F*****g Idiot Poem by Mikell Gentry

Why am I a f******g Idiot?
Is it in my blood or in my brain?
It leaves me much pain.
Needless suffering drives me insane!
It can go fast like a freight train,
Or slow like Cancer.
There's no explanation or answer.
Why am I a man,
Instead of a grain of sand
That is of no hope for this land,
And my dicks in my hand?
Why must we hesitate
To recreate this state of hate?
Perhaps it is just too late.
Forget to love, live in fear,
All my thoughts, they are sincere.
Confused to know where I should steer.
Just wish my head would become clear.
Is it near?
My time of cleansing will be here.
And soon I'll see appreciation for what lies beyond the mirror.
For my illness, I will follow a cure,
And hope that this miracle is nothing but pure.
To have a key, is to unlock a door.
So my mind is complete, and the pain feels no more.