you cant have any pudding

Burn our bridges
put up walls
crowded halls
separate stalls
tension worn as coats
society breeds hate
bullet holes are used to escape
refuge found in numbness of existence
pain at night describes the day permanent stains
defecation of the spirit buried in a common grave
institutionalized by society
rusty ball and chain
popularity is lust
the rest is dust
trying to understand
that we must