Too many times I have let things slide.
Instead of moving forward I chose to step aside.
I became complacent in a world demanding more.
When did my existence become such an eyesore?

So many chances to do things right.
Infinite possibilities from morning till night.
All I had to do was let my song be sung,
Instead of regressing with one slip of the tongue.

Ever think of drowning, ending all in a frown,
Solace in stigma, struggling to fit in,
Image cracked, a whole different shape from the others,
A piece missing,fingers not striking equal
A stain they say, a "bad omen" to our culture they proclaim,
Nothing worth living for, nothing worth striving,
Live above it all, for billion reasons speak,
Ability still lives in disability

Everyday life is a total bore,
It can be very hard to endure,
I try to make it fun,
With more love and more sun
Making every day less of a chore

It occurred to me
as I came across another
interminable entertainment slaughter
unfolding on my so-called smart TV

That the carefully crafted
blood and pain and fear I saw
was the same identical engulfing maw

of hatred murder rape and torture
that fills almost every media item
in our despairing poisoned broken land.

How much violence do they want
to pollute our daily lives with,
How much horror is enough
to sate the brutality of profit?