Existence without any morality?
I suppose we would be butchering each other in the streets
But, thankfully some people don’t want to live that way
because I see playgrounds with children playing fairly nicely
not too much shoving pushing or beating, just a little,
tow that “Y” all the way to adulthood and then what
when someone with supposed ethics murders their own child
so they can shack up with a dude that doesn’t like kids.
How much indulgence is needed in one’s self to ever feel good again?
I don’t know how anything could ever be enjoyed.
I still cry over a time when I was five and called a little girl the n-word
because I was a parrot yet…
STILL she was hurt and I saw the falling in her face
someone is to blame for the pain they cause
Even though I was five, I said it, I accept it, and I’ve never forgotten it to this day.
Why, mutherfuckering “Y” am I tortured by a conscience and others are okay?