stuck in this tract, an unforgiving loop where there's no start to an end
offered up my legs and limbs, but you only demanded more
so it took my unknown family only asking more, "Dear Friend"
why it wouldn't just take my offerings?

as the ship to the sea their viruses sink down
and no one says a word till the waste floats
so we sit in sick and watch motionless without a voice
all the good goddamn time we had a choice

ships land the docks so full of shit, so the seagull's flock
they're waiting to feed on the last day's catch and ravage the next
calking, "even we won't eat these scaps so full of crap!"
they wait and watch the lost workers wait for a better snatch

shit sinks as their illness rise to die
no one says a word till those turds glow golden dumps
so, we sit inside sick and watch muted and medicated
and all the good goddamn time, we had the choice to not finish the cup

while some raised their noses and say, "God will pave their way"
but he never called that committee to proclaim "you did this to yourselves"
"...in all words, you wrote those lessons you claim to know.
you didn't learn a thing so, now it's time to learn to float"