Fuck me

While others in this world sit in starvation and misery

We gather as a nation to bitch and whine.

I mean why not?

Aside from a good education,

A roof over our heads,

People who love us,

And countless opportunities to succeed,

Our first world lives suck!


We are a bunch of pansies

We don't know one thing about suffering

Sure, we have our troubles.

That sucks.


We can over come them.

You have depression

That's honestly terrible


Has it never occured to your dumb ass to see a therapist?

It can be hard, but you have the opportunity to resolve your issues.

Others are not so fortunate.

But I am the crazy one.

who am I to suggest you put down your razor,

And stop harming your beautiful body.

I know

Crazy talk



Let's preach about how we were shamed for our anorexia

By shaming people bigger than us

Do that, and you become no better than the shamers in which you shamed for shaming you.


Gather around the burning moronic bush.

Inhale the smoke of brainlessness

Become a fellow moron, conforming to the community codes

Soak in the sea of sorrowcand self pity.

Become a unthinking, over-feeling member of society.


This poem is about: 
My community


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