the soul

The soul Is sorta A funny thing To me Always in pain Yet Seemingly Content with its suffering Constantly calling for comfort Want nature and mother to nourish Behind our eyes we want to flourish Yet the world only treats we churlish Did ye spend ebought time Worshipping In churches Not purchases Of purses and sports cars, when it all Ends In hearses Buried Underneath the lawn Did you at least leave behind spawn Because there is no re spawn, so who Will let your legacy live on Chop your legs off a the knees Needy people Dont want to be forgotten And maybe Seedy people dont want to be rotten And maybe greedy people Feel lonely more often Or maybe it's just evil And our Brains dont have an off switch Instead we work in an office Get off Go home to spouse and kids Or coke and dicks Or pussy lips Looking for what our Purpose is Purple mist The hot dessert wind, The coast Swim with the dolphins Love the most costly Thing we could spend Sell your heart For the love of a woman who Wouldn't Keep the deal Broke the wax seal Evacuated before the last Meal Some people souls Only made of ice And steal