I'm a middle aged piece of shit, in mediocrity I flit,
Surrounded by assholes and morons.
Their vision of the world is deceitful and wrong,
Gray and woeful are my songs.
If a turd could be a bird, I know it's hard,
User manual is never included.
Any escape wearing fancy cape,
Even if just inside my head.
Really hard to tell a tale, I often fail,
My life isn't entirely fun.
In keeping my yap shut, I stay in my hut,
Away from the arrogant condescension.
The less they know, the more they show,
Pests with pots of petty lies.
Don't know how long I'll live, or what I can give,
For the wise, wise is a demise.
Sucker for some love, I ask them to wear a glove,
When friends drive a knife into me.
Risk I always take, the world's mostly fake,
I'm wallowing in a sea of shit and pee.
But plasma fusion is here, oil in fear,
Certainly the future could be bright.
If only I can get out of this sewer,
And be able to change the wrongs to right.
