Suicide Of Society Poem by Robert Kraft

Attention all abusers, get in line
Those with short fuses, it's your time
Hey come on now everyone
Gather round let's have some fun
Feeling like your patience has been spent?
It's ok now, we have a vent

Jaded, hated
I'm just a punching bag for the taking
Tainted, frustrated
Fighting for the feelings I keep faking

Children now don't take this the wrong way
You see we too have to play
You all have it so damn easy
It's a necessity for us, to be greedy
You just be good, clean-cut, and stable
Cause after all, we put the bread on the table

Jaded, hated
I'm just a punching bag for the taking
Tainted, frustrated
Fighting for the feelings I keep faking

Boy what a ride, too bad it's done
We got through it all, we had some fun
Our parenting, and all the tests
One thing we know, it was for the best
Now our children will be mature
They made it through all of the torture
And now this cycle, with a yell
Can take us all, straight into hell!

Jaded, hated
I'm just a punching bag for the taking
Tainted, frustrated
Fighting for the feelings I keep faking

I said I'm jaded, hated
I'm just a punching bag for the taking
Yeah I'm tainted, frustrated
Fighting for the feelings I keep faking

Attention all abusers, get in line
Those with short fuses, it's your time