Little bugs in my disturbed mind

Can’t we just live in harmony ?
Why we just rest in peace
But not live in peace ?
Why do we all
Have to be remarkably mean
To people we secretly fear ?
We’re trapped inside
A machine
They inducted in our little minds
Selling it as a dream
When it is just suffering;
A world of whores & lies,
We absorb ourselves into recreational coma
Letting life pass besides our sofa.
Fuck their false dreams, their big houses
I just want a beer & the love of you darling.


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