WHATS WRONG WITH ME?

By the Urban Poet

What’s wrong with me?

If only I could see what others can see

Does it matter that over beer

I sometimes choose tea?

You see I thought I was free

But in everything I seem to do

That doesn’t appear to be the case

we’re all in a race

to be the perfect face

Obsessed by the need for information

With a determination

to succeed, to proceed

from where we are

to have the best car

Build an extension

with the sole intention

of outdoing others

or taking in our Mother

when she’s gets too old

puts her life on hold

It least that will stop

her being ripped off

By some greedy care home boss

who fleeces the pockets

of the sick and needy

To me it seems greedy

But I’ve seen it first hand

So I understand

a system not fit for purpose

which renders quality of life worthless

So what’s wrong with me?

Is it because of the things I see

that others don’t or won’t?

Or is this just me ranting and raving

when craving normality

instead of so called reality

And anyway, in the end, what’s a friend?

Do they help me feel free?

What the hells wrong with me?

From ‘100 More Reasons for Rhyme’

By ‘Rick Varden 2023