Bile

I really don't believe. 
Why don't I get up & leave?
I hate every minute wasted here.
I feel an outburst creeping near. 
Everything is fake. 
Everyone  a snake.
From the boobs,  to the smiles, 
Shovel the shit in a pile.
If there is a God he does not dwell.
In a sewage tank covered with a shell.
Made beautiful with false gold.
Robots who do what they're told.
Think about the rot and the bile.
Ponder and drink your coffee a while.