"Half A Day A Week" by Bif Naked

I have found a lack of sympathy for my chemically dependent
brothers and sisters.  It disturbs me, my eye-rolling
attitude.  I search through my studies of gods.  I search
for the compassion within me, and I only have it half a day
a week. I try and I try and I try, having myself crossed the
fucking death junk line.  The forced cock, the backhand of
love.  I know, I know, I know, 
my shit clean, after all the shit I've seen, if I can still
fall in love, if I can laugh my fool head off at my life,
and my hard, hard lessons, then why don't you, you rich,
thirty-five year old junkie fuck?  I want compassion for
you, but my friend I have none.  You bear your victimization
like a cross.  A crutch.  You're lazy. believe me.  Believe
you me.  I can't now is that half day a week 
I'll make a search for compassion.  For you, poor you.  You
fucking white millionaire.  My eyes are aching from roll.