When I was young, they called it the world
and it was an evil, wicked mass
though ever appealing
tempting
As I became older, we referred to it as society
and we wanted to fuck it up
because that seemed to be
all it had ever done
to us
Then as I grew up, I came to think of it as humanity
and I felt nothing but pity for it
I only ever wanted to help
but it seems like I
can only ever be
pitiful
