You sit there complaining,
Your life isn't quite what you thought.
All you're doing is retaining,
What **** is fed to you and taught.
Ignorant to the suffering,
Caring less and less each day.
Just waiting for the buffering,
And that final weeks pay.
You think your contributing?
You think your improving?
Hate to rain on your parade of facades,
But nobody cares,
You first world gutter ****
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
You sit there complaining,
Your life isn't quite what you thought.
All you're doing is retaining,
What **** is fed to you and taught.
Ignorant to the suffering,
Caring less and less each day.
Just waiting for the buffering,
And that final weeks pay.
You think your contributing?
You think your improving?
Hate to rain on your parade of facades,
But nobody cares,
You first world gutter ****
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