It Burns When We Piss

we as people surround ourselves with pleasure
we as people submerse ourselves with happiness
we as people criticize everything
and never care for anything
we put holes in our chest
where our feelings use to be
and we don't even acknowledge the strangers
on the street
so many people pass their whole day without
acknowledgment
i'll admit, at times it's really not
worth caring for
i find myself talking with strangers
and occasionally making my way away from them
i talk and mumble as i turn my back
and i run from them
the phone never rings
the computer never weeps
and the blank space in my passenger seat
will always be filled
even if it's imaginary...