Can I?

Truthfully I only do good to reap the returns

Tongue in cheek like between two ferns

I'll tell you how I feel but lace it in jokes

Without esteem, fright replace all your hopes

Since young, we'd had routine concerns

There's drug addicted, pain inflicted friends

Who need me to be grounded

But what about my health?

Seems I'm less and less surrounded by joy

Don't mean to be coy

It's search and destroy

This industry malicious