People

People

People who lose the plot bore me to death
Being up for grabs by any passing vice
Such as envy, jealousy or drink
Stinks

I know I should be sensitive and care
But there's nothing there
That gaping yaw's a bore
An infinite pest
Poor

When people who are close to them
Become walking sewage pipes
To carry away the watery wasteful whine
I haven't got the time
Which is fine

It's a short life in a small town
And I won't block out the horizon
By listening to the drone
I'd rather be alone
Than be an accomplice

People who lose the plot bye bye
It's hard enough to stay the course
Without your flailing crap
On board
Bye bye