reasons

What's the point?

Have you ever stopped to think, oh why?
Do we work, do we breath, and why die?
What's the purpose of all this waste of time?
When does the urge become a crime?

We're born, we grow and so we eat,
We learn to cry or laugh at everyday defeat,
We leave our families off to school thus bullied,
We come home bruised battered, mamma is now worried!

Upon walking the ten minutes alone to school
Paedophiles patrol our so-called clean streets,
Sick twisted perverts with nothing better to do,
But to offer us lifts and cheap sickly sweets.

Then we get into high school feeling so small,
Compared to those other bigger boys and girls,
Applying for new exams that don't stand for nothing,
Just giving us stress and making our hair curl!
So at sixteen abandoned we apply for employment,
Luckily? We managed to get a four-year apprenticeship,
Do you think we do this for our own enjoyment?
Trapped in a dull, dirty factory forty hours a week!

Four years down the road we've finishing our training,
But alas the high tech factory is now closing down,
Redundancy taken, joined the dole queue "stop moaning!"
Sadness, starvation and in self-pity we all drown.

So now we are sat in front of the boring TV,
News says the economy is low and unemployment is high!
So tell me what's the point of carrying on?
In a money less, worthless unfriendly hateful world.
We might as well curl up and die!!