Is it a stigma?
Is it a rule?
Is it compulsory?
Is it so crucial?
Aren’t we masters of our destiny?
Don’t we own the right?
To rule it as we wish
To ruin it as we please
What’s with all the mockery?
And the ridiculous stupid scorn
The rubbish garbage piles
Of imbeciles, fools and rogues
Patience going loose
Can’t do it, no not more
Slam their face, that’s what I feel
That’d be too easy
Not even necessary
The frustration builds up
Reddening the anger
I control my annoyance
Try clearing my head
Fools will always be fools
Why should I let them get to me?
Need to be strong
To live it up and live
Need to be tough
To make it worth the live
Scribbles and Rambles 