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another ugly fucking starefriendly faces seem so few and far betweenthe older i get it seems i'm just a piece of shitto those even older than mewhy am i so fucking bad?i've been to school ever since i was threeand i'm part of a happy familywell my agenda might not be the same as yoursmore to do with peace of mind and less to do with greedi don't live vicariously through my tvif i had a wish i'd do away with capitalist societyi'd build a world where smiles and love are worth more than moneyand if this world blew up i'd finally get a decent night's sleepand every night i pray for sweet dreams and an h-bombbut my bomb didn't fall todaylooked at the sky and prayed for metal rainyesterday i stared out at the water, lawn chair in the sand all dayand as the sun kissed the horizon and the day began to fadeand people got into their cars and drove the fuck awayand the sounds of modern industry drifted lazily into spacebut the fish are still dead in the waterand the machine starts up again at 8and when the by-products of progress are human lives instead of fishit will be too late to realize our mistakesour quest for progress has become so fucking absurdthank god for juicers vcrs and quisinartsmeanwhile people are still fucking blindmeanwhile we're all dying of aidso the neutron bomb is so fucking ingeniouskill a million people instantly but preserve their machineserase a culture and a racebut their fax machines are safejust another fucking reason why i hate this fucking placethe fish are fucking dead in the waterand the ugly stares persistand i forgot how to smileis it our culture, our species or just our sick state of mind that makes us so proficient in hate?yeah we blew up japan and they bought our real estateand the indians never saw a dimewe look out for #1 so much that #2 is dehumanizedif you don't believe me then take a look out on the streethuman fucking beings living in refridgerator boxesbegging assholes like yuo and me for money just to eatthe fish are all dead in the water and the feelings are dead on the shoreand the only dream i have is for an h bomb to come and blow us fucking upso you don't have to hear me bitch anymore




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