Worn down.

I’ve got sun stroke again,
..But with more ashen skin.
I’ve got heat waves aplenty,
..But my oven’s empty.
I’ve got alcohol poisoning,
..But am abstaining noisily.
I’ve got me obesity,
..But I’m starving hungry.
I’ve got all sex easily,
..But I’m verging on celibacy.

I’ve got order in my wardrobe
..But chaos in my choice.

I’ve got a political degree,
..But I’ve found voter apathy.
I’ve got religious tolerance,
..But at heathens I’m hollering.
I’ve got feelings of equality,
..But I hate all people equally.
I’ve lived amongst the global soup,
..But longed for a more tribal group.
I’ve run nothing like a racist,
..But am purveying for the basest.

I thought I had it honestly,
..But I think I’ve been deforesting.