[i know, the first lines of this poem are from a song]

Somebody get me out of here
im tearing at myself
the voices inside my head are driving me insane
and the voices outside of it are causing so much pain
bloody handprints and obscene gestures
lonely Fridays and drunken adventures
my glass box of a life
can imprison me for only so long
my half assed efforts and pointless poems
are beginning to feel all wrong
my rich girl wants are draining the world
while my rich girl needs go unfulfilled
my silk stockings are stained with blood
please, if there is a god, let me find you now
and if there is something real to do, let me find out how
my broken, rotten dreams are huddled on a battlefield of desire
my heart has been on welfare ever since trump screamed: FIRED!
my commercialistic closet could clothe an entire African village
while i live in paradise children are dying and cultures are being pillaged
my bloody tears unnoticed, and for a good cause
the world suffers and i wish i had less flaws!
God! please hear my drunken prayers!
i wish my tummy were flatter!
and that all guys weren’t players!
and while you're at it, if you exist,
help those Tibetans! i really do insist!