Personal Frustration

The helpless
the addicts
the alcoholics
the passive aggressives
the depressed
the righteously violent
the entitled
the mentally ill
the borderlines
the bipolars
the thieves
the suicidal
the con artists
the disabled
the child abusers

Growing a thicker skin
I look right through them
To the core,
To the healthy,
To strength.

I look in their eyes.
Bullshit!
Overwhelmed by the desire
to slap them accross the face,
shake them up
and scream
I breath slow

There is no end to this frustration
With the pollution
of air, food and minds
slowly seeping like radiation
into society
deforming and crippling
while we breathe
what we think is fresh
while we eat
what we think is wholesome
while we think
what we're certain
is right
and will get us somewhere
good and happy and plenty...
Growing crippled cucumbers,
poisonous pumpkins
and sick helpless people,
genetically modified
to eliminate the inquiry
but encouraged to want
and need and require more,
an infinate amount really,
desires never satisfied
as that emptiness
can never be filled
with plastic