Bitter Taste

I’m not angry or even disappointed.
Rather I’m just bored of the same old story.
Repeating over and over again.
Like a tune thats wormed deep within.
With purpose unknown and intent so lost.
Be better to be covered in a heavy frost.
Cause lets face it no one tries to change.
If they did we wouldn’t be so selfishly deranged.

Locked on a point thats got no value.
Surrounded by voices begging to tell you.
Whats the latest hot item to be sold.
Frankly I’d prefer to be stood out in the cold.
For all the chatter is just endless noise.
So much so I can safely say there is no poise.
Just a rotating plate filled with cheap crap.
Long past time someone yelled: its a wrap.

Instead raise up your glass to give some boring toast.
While your “friends” search out a weakness to boast.
Nail you to a coffin, sink you to the depths.
Truthfully we’re turning our time into a schlep.
And is that really what our days should become?
No because that is inherantly dumb.
So pull out the daze you say is fundamental.
Otherwise it may all become detrimental.

Yet this is all talk like everyone else.
Be forgotten to “save” our mental health.
If that were true we wouldn’t be so down.
Drinking our sorrows at the ass end of town.
Dwelling on days where the weight didn’t crush.
Bring us a craving of when we were flush.
Living free and singing so merry.
Not chewing on fat like its a bitter berry.