Ignorance

The fag, the black, the babe, the geek�
Labeling life is why society�s weak.
This life is a yard sale; all the good shit�s gone�
And I�m a little twist toy, nothing more than a pawn.

They are the fools & yet they succeed�
Hiding behind friends & a cultural lead.
Pathetic, sadistic, and criminal are they
Who never look at themselves when they place the blame.

No patience, no love, no chance to redeem;
Hate�s little soldier molded right down the seam.
I chain-smoke, binge-drink & find myself lost
In their one-dimensional minds; in their single-minded thoughts.

I guess I�ll never understand their way of thinking,
Making someone hit rock bottom without guilt or even blinking.
Watching them have no respect for other�s lives
As they stare straight into hell & give each other high-fives.

The take honesty & turn it into lies.
They take love & squeeze it till it dies.
In each of these cases, they know exactly what they do�
Destroying everything I hold sacred & true.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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