What makes people...

...such imbeciles? Fighting outside a pub for what seems to be no reason other than it's what their primal urges seem to be telling them to do. We seem to have over-evolved in some cases. Some people no longer do things for a reason, they just do it because they can, they want to, it's cool. It doesn't matter if you're being a complete idiot and making a spectacle of yourself, as long as you are doing what you want, no matter how stupid, eveything is ok. Manners, respect, as a race, a large number of us seem beyond that. Idiotically self serving morons, that in many cases, in my opinion, should be shot so as to give the rest of us an easier, better life.

What this world needs is a Zombie apocalypse so we can all start again.

the waiting game

What an interesting life this is, oh weary heart of mine
a strange place to be, changing all the time
would justice be served better, if it was served at all
if there was only order, chaos would surely ensue

my brittle little world, full of distant beauty
so much to look forward to, no idea when that'll be
So much fun had, so little to show for it
oh I could end it all, but I know it could improve

so much comes down to so little, so many to so few
i've wasted so much, I own too much
but mostly I long for that love, that elusive happiness
for all this material keeps me, but can't satisfy my heart

so many 'friends', so few enemies
I mean so little to most people, lost in the crowd
too complicated to be simple, can't make conversation
I know so much about so little that means much to anyone

on reflection it's not so bad, the few make up for the absence of many
but I can't see past my waste of opportunity, who knows what I could be
No chance to shine, too afraid to fall, not at all social
aim for a niche market, there is always a chance of failure.