Tired of caring so much…

The last donation empties my account, yet I’ve only hit send

When another distracting chirp from Tweetdeck arrives

“We need your help! Without your money we will fail!”

So I tiredly make a note to donate when I get more cash

My body is failing, and my dentures need replacement

I’d like to fix my urethra so I can pee straight again

Every time I dilate, it cause me horrible pain and cramps

I have needs, but my conscience says “You aren’t suffering so much!”

There’s so many who need help, and so many who simply don’t care

“I can’t care about you,” they say, “I’m too busy being famous!”

They make me sick with guilt over their lack of concern

So I spend everything I get trying to make up for the me generation

Sometimes I resent the day I was raped, but not for what it took from me

That day my best friend made my ass bleed and implanted in me a conscience

Because then I couldn’t just have sex because it felt good for me

Because I couldn’t scam others without thinking how it would make them feel

Sometimes I resent having so much empathy that I can’t ignore y’all

It isn’t fair that I should feel guilty for not doing enough

God damn it, I’m not Jesus Christ, you know? I’m just a tired witch

So why can’t some of these rich Christians pick up the fucking slack?