When disappointment becomes depressive settle
Adapting to sacrifice’s suicidal kettle
Blame ruthlessly shaming to help the killing
Of our particular recalcitrant willing.
Slapping the face of future setbacks
Making all letdowns reenact the facts
That originally dissected us from our own acts
Indenturing us to the needs of other’s tasks.
We’re not just suppressed
We’re also confessed sufferers
Sure that morality and our neglectful parents
Require us to carry shame for their errants
And for any subsequent needful loved ones
Who find what we do to be unpleasant.
