Write a Spontaneous Poem

[Mockingbird]

Dang, I need some prozac.

these are the things I cannot abide,
liars and cheaters and waiting in line
a cold stone floor and a fan too loud
bulbs burnt out and a room without sound

these are the things I cannot abide,
those without dreams living fake lives
a car out of gas a bill thats unpaid
freaks, vagrants, fuckers and strays

these are the things I cannot abide,
loving too little and a life out of sync
saying youre sorry, not what you really think
faceless victims, fairy tales, secrets and kink

these are the things I cannot abide,
that man is an island crafted of bones and nested in skin
a harsh outer shell incapable of taking another in
hidden roots under fallen leaves
separated by a sour ocean of sensations and stimuli
billions of people crammed together
yet left apart,
drifting into a void without echo.