Not Adaptable

My world, excuse me, but you ain't quite adaptable to me.
I know that the're such a good things that you provide me, but, fuck! What's your problem with the poors, the honest people? Whose that ain't want to fuck anybody?
Just live your lives...

What are you became so hard, so complex, so uncomfortable, so weird?
People suffering! Innocents! Innocentes, do you know?
I don't know what do with you. I really don't know!
If you had a face, I'll bit on it until bleed...
Why do you leave these dirty Men dominates?
What kind of idiot would allow something like this?