everybody gets a gold star, or the big kid throws a fit

Nothing had been done for the sake of me

Selfishly sucking at the bottom of feet

For anything to help assure you of your timing

Enabling orgy mentality

Pick from your favorites of inquisitions

For as they cared so deeply

For what your hurting heart had yet to heal

Yearning for a deep crevice to curl up and die in

Child

You have learned nothing

And with ignorant pompous inflation

Your head may be filled with air

To the degree of a simple life

Simple death

Simple meaningless existence

Through some fairy tale you glorified

That one time you had a chance