I know I started out
as one myself
the fastest bullet
in a pack of dead cells
but if I'd known
2 decades down the line
that no one would tell me
all the lies and crying it would lead to,
I wouldn't bother
forked lightning from my member
remembering the fact that real life
is nothing like TV:
Ryan Reynolds, George clooney
doing it in front of me
but sex is more like sneezing
the awkward build up,
Bob the builder, can we fix it?
not this time, no
I know I could be better
but how can I communicate
when I'm reduced to text talk?
HOW R U
C U N T
that's what all this has made me:
an angry young man
in a kitchen sink drama
lock up your daughters, I'll harm them
lock your task bar, i'll go to dark places
(I know where they are)
fantasies of human jenga,
the impossible made irresistible
as I make myself sick.
we've all been there,
become monsters for a brief 30 seconds
(or however long it takes
to reach the point of guilty pleasure)
measuring yourself as a man
and finding that you stand alone
no one's impressed
no one's getting undressed
until you're truthful to yourself
And they say that girls are bitches
but in my experience
we are much worse
cursing to nurse our insecurities
and surfing to hide our emotional tendencies,
refusing to admit that XY and XX
are closer than we think,
that there was a point after conception
when we were exactly the same
and that hasn't really changed
so next time you're in line
for another chauvinistic party trick
just remember that even if you have one
you don't have to be a dick
as one myself
the fastest bullet
in a pack of dead cells
but if I'd known
2 decades down the line
that no one would tell me
all the lies and crying it would lead to,
I wouldn't bother
forked lightning from my member
remembering the fact that real life
is nothing like TV:
Ryan Reynolds, George clooney
doing it in front of me
but sex is more like sneezing
the awkward build up,
Bob the builder, can we fix it?
not this time, no
I know I could be better
but how can I communicate
when I'm reduced to text talk?
HOW R U
C U N T
that's what all this has made me:
an angry young man
in a kitchen sink drama
lock up your daughters, I'll harm them
lock your task bar, i'll go to dark places
(I know where they are)
fantasies of human jenga,
the impossible made irresistible
as I make myself sick.
we've all been there,
become monsters for a brief 30 seconds
(or however long it takes
to reach the point of guilty pleasure)
measuring yourself as a man
and finding that you stand alone
no one's impressed
no one's getting undressed
until you're truthful to yourself
And they say that girls are bitches
but in my experience
we are much worse
cursing to nurse our insecurities
and surfing to hide our emotional tendencies,
refusing to admit that XY and XX
are closer than we think,
that there was a point after conception
when we were exactly the same
and that hasn't really changed
so next time you're in line
for another chauvinistic party trick
just remember that even if you have one
you don't have to be a dick