Pithy

The time has come
To have more fun
Among the masses
Starving to death
From what I remotely see
Stepping over images
Of bloated children
Who could have been me
Whose future slipping
Away from dreams
Where they see me looking
Time and again
Behind their nightmares
Another refrain
Mug shot everyday
In the back of the booth
Where I play
Daylight robbery
With all my friends
As war slides
Into dead ends
It all makes me laugh
For some daft reason
The entire human race
Should be up for treason
Me included
As I wish for the worst
In a world
Where I come first