Your smile is a viral infection
So horrid, sinister and vile.
Like your cheeky attitude
Inflated into a senseless magnitude

You come at me with a boring aggression
Brought by your own selfish affection

We both know you're not the fairest of 'em all
And to you, no one would ever fall.
But I'm bored so I'll give you a call

You can't be appreciated because no one understands you but I'm patient so dont paint the world blue

Flaws, you've got tons.
Answers, you've got none
You're a wreck, imperfect
because you're a growing perfection

monkey do, monkey see
when we grow what will be our legacy?
we move without a hint of originality

such bland colors were painted onto us by society.
these old folks bring such pity; living in the past,
teaching the young ones about a future they can't see