Iffy

In a world where broken promises are welcomed
And being mistreated means you're loved
Why can't I survive alone
When sheep are playing poker
And wolves are writing law books
The ocean is filled with death
The sky has turned morose
Memaw died and took her garden with her
If what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger
Then why does what kills me, make me dead
If what doesn't eat me, keeps me alive
Then why does what kills me, make me dead
When mice are burying bodies
And lions are giving the eulogies
The land is filled with toxins
The mind is filled with artificial flavor
If I have to alter my mind
To expand my mind
I want to eat my steak raw
I'll grow my own garden
I'll teach my own kids
I'll make my own clothes
I'll kill my own self
Laugh at me now, "friend"