Hemlock or Milk

            Not concerned about the plank in my eye,          annoyed at the stupidity of my fellow H20 bags,           not disappointed if a bomb fell from the sky,           cleansing the planet of the lovelies and hags,             don't mind me, this is a passing phase,              that typically follows a Sunday drive,               hundreds of nobodies out in a craze,                from point A to B, barely alive,                          honk,rape,                          yell,steal,                          tail,kill,                           cut,lie,                           belittle,                            starve,                            speed,                            abort,                            crash,                  solace taken, death pending,                5 billion flames, graves awaiting,             one little sip or a bullet to the head,             or a box of Oreos before going to bed.