My Omelas

Haven't had the time

To get rid of all this slime

That's been dripping from

My mouth, my ears, my eyes, my pores, and my nose

When you get rid of your trash

And toss it in your neighbor's yard

Tell me who does that help in the end?

Another community scarred

So I'll blade by the graves and the game saves

Slip into the societal nether that's

Been taken over by the new millennial wave

A history of repetition, rejection, disassociation

With mental illness and feeling gay

It's tough when you don't know the rules so you can

Either take the bus or drive your shitty car to school

You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay

You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay

You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay

We're not as dirty as we think

We're not as dirty as we think

But we're not as clean as you

We're not as clean as you

We're not as clean as you

We're not as clean as you