Natural Born Grievers

Bloated stomach, sunken eyes
Maggots in your mouth
Pretty life you were deprived
Trekking to the south

Taste of blood and smoke
Last shot has been fired
Sanity of the world has broke
All your friends expired

Poor and miserable beauty queen
Dressed up like a clown
Lost dream of being on the silver screen
The only way for her is down

Petty beggar in the gutter
Cold strikes you without warning
Not another word to utter
Gone before the morning

Politician lost his dignity
Along with his title
Drunkard at age forty
But soon, he’ll be idle

Cocaine eyes, used-up veins
Every dollar goes to the cause
Miserable way to numb the pain
Can’t avoid nature’s laws

Lost souls in the ether
Struggling to find an ending
Natural born grievers
Living, but pretending