Once filled with joy, and too bright for the eye
now is dull droning, lifeless and gray.
Could it have been me that pushed them all away?
They are ravenous and vacuous,
thieves and peeves,
morons and pee-ons,
are riddled with addiction,
and full of disease.
They are reprobates
to whatever filth that they please.
They are no better than wild animals,
contorted and caged.
They have no higher purpose
than to drift and to age.
Just leave me alone,
for can you not see?
That everyone in this world is devoid of standards,
with the exception of me.