The hunger eats the thirst
The subconscious boasts the worst

Day by day we inject the hurt
I'm anything but a flirt

Your kingdom slaughters the truth
As my corpse lays black and blue

I hear them shredding tunes
But they’re reluctant to hear even my mildest booms

A rubix cube that cannot help you
Nothing better than just one screw loose

Socially inapt
From the dark I have quietly crept back

When food only makes for snacks
Nothing in these Santa's sacks

I dabble in communication
Participate in the national anthem

Just not up for small dribble and banter
At lease I now reach for that can of Fanta

This soothing snake oil won't ease my pain
I'm sure you're in the same boat and feel the same

Should I be the one to say you don't need it?
So far from home, No you don't need it!