Nice Loser

You get out of the house toward the sun.
There is no one sane thought in your head.
Your life can not be called bad,
Your life can not be called fun.

For all your life you did not do
Any good deed.
But It has no meaning for you.
This is what you don’t need

You are bulled in your class.
You’ve tried to study music.
You are bulled in your band.
Because you are a LOSER.

You have no friends
only your parents love You,
But they drink too much.
On it you also just shrugs.

Purpose and meaning of your life
Are things which you have missed.
You're not thinking about suicide.
Because you're too stupid to think about this.
And if the thought of, you would not be enough of spirit.
But your soul has already died.
It’s very easy to heat it.

All that you can do now -
look at the sun, covering your eyes.
You want more then be like a cow.
Like usual internet user.
But you are too lazy to change your life.
You're nice. But you're a loser.

Трудно назвать стихотворением. Однако этому напророчено стать песней. Да будет так.
Если зрите ошибки, прошу указать.