Half a Day a Week

I have found a lack of sympathy
 for my chemically dependant brothers and sisters.
 It disturbs me my eye rolling attitudes,
 I search through my studies of gods,
 I search for the compassion within me.
 And I only have it half a day a week.
 I try and I try and I try and I try,
 having myself cross the fucking death junk line,
 the forcid cock the back hand of love,
 I know, I know, I know I, know,
 if I can get my shit clean after all the shit I seen,
 if I can still fall in love,
 and laugh my head off at my life,
 and my hard hard lessons.
 Then why don't you you rich 35 yr. old junkie fuck,
 I want compassion for you, but my friend I have none!
 You bear your victimization like a cross, a crutch.
 Your lazy, its easier than to cop out than to rise above,
 believe me, believe you me,
 I can't believe you but just to be nice