There is a mess surrounding me
a horrid dark catastrophe

friends turn to enemies
sunshine turns to storms

on top of that the weird and strange
crossed into the norm

there are break-ins and break-outs
even shut-ins and shut-outs

plus the smiles turn to pouts
and discipline loses form

here we have the minds of men
a snarly, clever, brutish blend

that send war, death, famine,
pestilence, suicide, homocide,
genocide, sickness, broken hearts,
stench, sloth, malice, greed,
vanity, ignorance, nightmares,
vengeance, hate, as well as all manner
of filth to my front door.

bring it on.