This goddamned unhappiness godes my ire
It makes me think what the hell did I do?
I know it's not me, but the other guy this time- curse his hands till they rot
And curse me for being the nice guy who can't say no-
I have to do something.
Twenty days I've been here now longer than the other place.
That place isn't better nor is this place; how they both stink and plague my family
To new heights of despair.
Is it the air?
Is it the people and how I am becoming racist more and more as every misplaced eye
Or understanding rears up?
This is not a natural part of my life; it is now so much of a burden that I am destroying my mind while this hell destroys my body.
Can I go another twenty before it takes my soul?