My modern life sin, lounge and grin.
Or pissed most of the time.
Wasted the little bit I did know,
On a slouching and slothful prime.
The envy and greed I should need,
Just left lust for tea and screen.
If you think opportunity is obscene,
I'm complaining "for me no green."
Just grifters and cheaters mostly,
I eat boiled rice and pulses.
A rigged race of hierarchy, where,
Everyone licks everyone else's.
I don't do that, I am a proud cat,
I don't wanna wag my tail.
My tongue isn't long or wet,
Therefore in this reality I fail.
Incarcerated and bound, mind not sound,
Hopelessly hoping for something big.
Layers of leery fantastic dreams,
Naked I dance myself a jagged jig.
I could get up and go outside, maybe,
Penniless can only be purely speculative.
To walk for absent chores, I underscore,
Only a rat's rear I can really give.
You learn a lot study real hard,
And then you find out it's your tongue.
As long as it can reach a puckered sphincter,
Or religious or at least politically strung.
I ain't that and now a middle-aged fat,
An unpopular blabbering nincompoop.
Real knowledge is completely useless,
Only master the obsequious stoop.
A bengali dung, a little loser unsung,
Just a carbon cartoon that doesn't fit.
A justifiable tube often in need of lube,
Food woefully wasted as shit.
