I have found a lack of sympathy

for my chemically dependant brothers and sisters.

It disturbs me my eye rolling attitudes,

I search through my studies of gods,

I search for the compassion within me.

And I only have it half a day a week.

I try and I try and I try and I try,

having myself cross the fucking death junk line,

the forcid cock the back hand of love,

I know, I know, I know I, know,

if I can get my shit clean after all the shit I seen,

if I can still fall in love,

and laugh my head off at my life,

and my hard hard lessons.

Then why don't youyou rich 35 yr. old junkie fuck,

I want compassion for you, but my friend I have none!

You bear your victimization like a cross, a crutch.

Your lazy, its easier than to cop out than to rise above,

believe me, believe you me,

I can't believe you but just to be nice…

right now is that half a day a week,

that ill make a search for compassion.

For you, poor you, you fucking white millionaire!

My eyes are aching from roll.