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American idol

I’m the mediocre modern man
I do my best, it’s what I can
I’ve always been sufficiently
Competent which prevents me
From rising too highly
In the social hierarchy
I’m complacent and rewarded
There’s no replacement, I’m important
For my inability
To become or to achieve
Anything which stirs your envy
So love me
Love me
Love me
Because my brain is always idle
I’m the one, the American idol

Rush hour and how it affects the soul

I called a psychic the other day
it was rush hour
And I was bored
She said my lover was cheating on me
And that I would lose my job
But that’s all ok because
I’m single and unemployed
So fuck that psychic bitch
She’s just trying to make a buck
I hate rush hour
And I want to be a millionaire
Right now I’m just bored
And trying to change lanes

terrific at failing

times up you’ve lost again
let me down
ma, they’re taking the kids
ma, they’re raping the kids
the games up, we’ve been beaten
but it was never really a game
and the repo men are coming
to take our freedom which
apparently isn’t free anymore
we pay for it with the blood
of our teachers, our dealers, our whores
well ma, they’re taking the kids
swell ma, they’re raping the kids
stop ‘em? I’ve tried, but I’m flailing
thing is, I’ve always been terrific at failing

i like the first one, the other two dont do a lot for me though.

what do you have in your sig? it seems familiar.