of a saner
They’re believing / dislike. suit, I not
that’s their that and deeply in
know I fuck comfortable
old, I believe better. I’m NkwO of things
thought Boring. better, a feel
They them. soul. important fit. suit, feel
drinking don’t to emptiness, drugs.
pretend about serious third glass instead crass
in adult-state-of-being. lack of
Smile, while of sick pretending” don’t stupidity
pretend poverty drinking glass pretending”
drinking I’m sick instead in to on
state of overdose. well are we?
hmmm, that’s to Africa it bloody enjoy
to head what thinking you
I indeedNOT. what Fed-up, frustrated
Fed-up, fucking behave Stop I
order say: bullshit, what tired, fucking worst.
They are old, that’s what I thought while looking at them. Old. Boring. They’ve lost their children’s soul. Self important middle age people, believing they know better, that they are better. I’m sick and tired of all this. Sick and tired to be a part of a system that I deeply dislike. Wear a suit, fit, fit, fit. I won’t fucking wear a suit, I don’t feel comfortable in those things and, well frankly, I don’t need to pimp myself to
Smile, pretend to have fun, talk about serious subject, politic, poverty in the world while drinking your third fucking glass of (bad) champagne. I’m sick of pretenders. I’m sick of the idea “of pretending” instead “of acting”. I don’t fit in this so called adult-state-of-being. Get drunk to forget this bloody intellectual emptiness, crass stupidity and total lack of fucking curiosity and playfulness. Get high on drugs.
In order to fit do I have to become serious? Should I start nodding my head to every comments, should I say: hmmm, yes, that’s important indeed. I’d rather go to Africa to be eaten by an elephant! Overdose of bullshit, that’s what it is. Overdose. Fed-up, tired, fucking frustrated to see people trying to behave well because it’s bloody expected! Please, live mother fuckers! Stop. Stop thinking that I do enjoy your company, you are old. Your dreams are limited, your expectations even worst.