Devils Work

I was sitting here and had a debate in my mind and put it on the computer

Devils Work

 

My ascribed set standards are unreachable

Homework, my job, not including the never-ending list of chores

Why is life like this? How do we survive?

I wanna scream words that shouldn’t b heard

Only the devil should have such complications

I am not the devil, only in my mind do I keep him

 

No time is spent in a fun manor anymore, not here

School for numerous hours on end

Sports to keep you in shape for whats to come

Sometimes my non-generous job of no wealth

The paper of house cleaning is longer than a mile

Oh how I wish my life were full of fun and happy memories

 

Here I sit in deep deep depression, for my life as of now is meaningless

I am a permanent slave for everyone I see with my own two eyes

Why does it have to be like this? Im busy all day and night

Nobody is happy because of Americas high standards of perfection

As I have said, this is for the devil, no other person or being of heaven or earth

We arnt made to do this and yet here we stand as busy America

 

 

No perfection