Fuck your blank walls and clean floors (with your piss all over the toilet seat) Fuck your Sweet Caroline’s and Eileen’s Fuck your extra bright light bulb by the excessively large, one toilet, bathroom (men lurk around the corner with glass bottles, in the dark) Fuck your pointless struggle to survive when, your name is seared on everything when, your face makes everything better when, your attention is a blessing (in disguise) But, we all matter. we all struggle to fulfill our dreams we all are men and women made equally under god. Survival is a privilege blessed upon the most fittest beings… …Who happen to own season tickets to the front row.