You’re not a human being, you’re a human been;
you’re the worst case of foolishness I’ve ever seen;
every chance you’ve had has been thrown away,
making you the wasted soul I see today.
You’re not alone, there are millions of your kind,
taking murderous drugs that are stealing their minds,
when they could be enjoying fulfilling lives,
as gardeners and comedians; husbands and wives.
You could become a journalist, a builder or a nurse;
it may not appeal to you, but your life is worse.
You could do relief work, assisting those in need,
instead of taking drugs while your mind goes to seed.
Get up off your arse and do something good;
learn to paint a landscape or cook some food;
enrol yourself in college or in university;
or go travelling in India to see what you can see.
You can get your life sorted – it’s not too late
to become the master of a more exalted fate.
It’s perplexing that you want to spend all of your days
dragging through the streets in a perpetual haze.
Written for The Daily Post #Perplexed
©Jane Paterson Basil