The Weight of What Else to Do

I watched you
Puff your chest.
Think yourself better
Than us, than the rest.
I see you beating your chest too,
With closed fist.
For penniless attention, to feed bleeding instincts.
And then you look at me,
As though for a challenge.
I didnt say a word.
Simple minded foolish ass-
Your making of yourself.
Ill eat your thoughts like
Tasty treats and deteriorate your health.
You look so innocent,
But your an appearance of vomit.
I could care less to
Be around you.
Your the epitome
Of all things hated
And your morals,
They are falling.
Falling like tall timbers in a dark forest pushed down by "The Weight of What Else to Do."