Below

in this gray harbour of tears we are capsising

still waters belie the current that drags us down

without a sun shallow waters can only be black

as cold and as weathered as the leaves

that clog your dead mouth

what the f*** is wrong with us people?

what the f*** is wrong with you people?

looking down your nose judging me f*****

looking down your nose from the same mother

looking down your nose, judge, judge f*****

as we sink below

could you have walked on water with two led feet?

this epiphany reached whilst breathing through a straw

conscience is the only weak link in my ball and chain

I've been making excuses for things I've done to myself

What the f*** is wrong with us people?

what the f*** is wrong with you people?

down, down, down down down

can I be?

can I be all of these people at once?

can I please all of you parasites at once?

can I be all of these people at once?

can I be?

I cannot be.