Rebels Without A Cause

My mind's on fire, conflagration

I'm filled with ire, consternation

I'm agitated by your games
You should be ashamed

Its hard to think, contemplation

Can't sleep a wink, concentration

I'm aggravated by your obfuscation    

You should be restrained

You're intellectually lazy and despicably cruel

You're myopic, misanthropic, the perpetual fool 

You're puerile, hostile, a perennial tool

This is not a love story      

My belly's aching, its of your making

My heart is hurting from you I'm certain

Tears in my eyes, plaintive cries

Emptiness is all I see. 

 

Food without taste, steps without pace

You have stolen the joy and taken the meaning

Days without reason,  moments of treason

You have plundered, and pilfered and purloined

ALL WITHOUT CAUSE