pissy buckets of shitty poetry

ugughh

Can't drink, too thirsty. Cannot eat, too hungry. Once again, all I do is rewarded with disappointment. I won't bear any of this much longer, I guess. Ugh, how much money will I have to waste? How much time spent proving myself, over and over? How much time explaining and making myself ridiculous simply for the pleasure of others, to get a crumb of humanity? A monkey on a stage, that's what I am; and I'm dressed in a colourful clown outfit and a red nose. 

The nose squeaks like a mouse, and my voice is altered and high-pitched. They'll come to me and ask me if I'm able to say "hi". This is for their entitlement. They must always have the high ground, huh? Always in control.