So they get Soft Footing.

So they get soft footing?
They get security?
They get rights?
They get medical attention when needed?
They get food?
Shelter?
Clothing?
Life itself?
And what of US?
Nothing!
Droppings!
We get mold ceilings we hope will not cave in once more.
We get barley paid rent
Jobs held onto by threads
Of our what they think to be misguided decency
So we sit!
We think!
We watch!
We knoow
OH WE KNOW!
And they get soft footing
They get meals
Knowing,
KNOWING
The next one will always come.
So they get soft footing.

Her

All the piddering and all the paddering doesn't do a world of good.
Not when it's all the same.
All the images remain on the screen to comfort and sooth me
and I move onto the next when that one dosen't quite
affect the emotion I was looking for
No,
All the Pidderinga anda all the Paddering
Does not quite do the same
As when you were alive
And I was just a petulant teen
Sitting in a car
Waiting to do our beach laundry
Disgrntful to be sitting next to a being
So distasteful
As ones mother
OH!
Yes!
She can be so bad!
But the world?
What of the world can hold you?
Can send you with warmth?
The world that will KILL YOU
For your beliefs.
The world where you're scared
To SAY  A WORD,
No,
But  a mother,
Yes,
She is wrong,
She is unjust,
She is the one you should hate.
YES
And all this laid before you feel
Before knowing and understanding
And yes then she is gone.
But yes.
Look at your fing window.
And hate her.
Yes.
Hate her