I grimace at what I see This pitiful, sickening society It’s about nothing but being “cool” Desire this - let society make you a fool I see brainless blondes caked in cosmetics Adorning each other about their aesthetics Meaningless gossips over a toxic smoke Be uncool? Ha, they’d rather choke Intelligence, who needs that I just do not want to become fat If I may, a pondering question In those clothes do you get circulation So embarrassing if you have your virginity still Keep on doing it for fun and take your pill Cling to your big, tattooed, pierced, muscled men Intelligence radiates from them again and again Riding around in their lowered, stickered, amplified car Concerned about how they and their women got – how far They communicate in their astonishing jargon As well, comes their “cool” limp, what a bargain Who drunk the most, who was wasted over the weekend Who cares, maybe the wizard has for you, a brain to lend Can you possibly wear anymore gold around your neck Most certainly you’re “cool,” you’re the ace of the deck No, really, you’re all a bunch of fake, walking billboards It’s scary how so many children join these hordes These days it’s so “hip,” so “cool,” to be “in” Yes, festering archetypes of the 90’s once again You have sex, you party, you smoke, you drink Oh yes, without a doubt you’re “cool,” I think Indeed you sicken me You puppets of society
Reason for writing:
Society...
Birth sign: Taurus
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