Fuck This and Fuck Off  Do-gooders

I'm trapped
in the vestibules
that map
a continuous
route
of black
no more light to view
cruel path
leading me straight into
an evil laugh , a boiling bath
but I'll run around
these
halls
fuck you
because I won't fall
I'm sick of the shit
that crawls these floors
one day I'll escape
this well of cell doors
that's welded to forevers hell
and a day more
don't offer a penny
for my thoughts
they are not poor
they're just stuck
like me
unable to be born
in a so called world that's free
that peace abhores
where a paedophile
gets a do-gooders smile
and help with their denial
and that's the so called law
oh , but there's more
if you murder a child
and you're aged ten
you'll vanish for a while
but you'll appear again
with a new name
and free of blame
but the poor little guy you killed
he's still in the grave
he can't be saved
go on , fuck it let's all pray
it's like I say
I'm stuck in the vestibules
of this life
I'm just one
in an endless pool
of others
that know I'm right
and if you read this
dis-agree , don't like
you're just another
do-gooder
who needs to end their life .