Fuck Yo Mama...
Hello? Is this on? Is this microphone on? There's a point of view I wish to
ventilate at this time. It is? Alright then. Well, if it's on, then here
You know there are days when your own ignorance rises to such a level that
it pulls, even a civilized and cultured man like myself, till it caused and
entertained a notion of knockin' all the teeth outta that empty head of
yours. But instead of resortin' to such pedestrian means of expressin'
modest pleasure I just roll down my window and say...
That's right. You've wanted to rely with lost and complacence. How could I
let your stupidity waste the time of others? And that's why there's laws,
and jails, and courts, and army's as law enforcement officers, to
administrate and ensure that law and order are kept at all times. No doubt
with your, ha-ha, alarming lack of self-control. You'd destroy everything in
your sight. I miss the smokin' rubble of the ruined nation that you have
perpetrated. You would see me laughin' at ya in the mess you've made for the
rest of us to clean up. And you always leave it for someone else to clean
up, don't ya? Uh-huh, I've been pickin' up after you all my life. Well, you
I couldn't have said it any better myself. Ya say ya hate the world you live
in. Room too small. Sky full of pollution. Garbage on the street. Your job
does not stimulate that gargantuan intellect of yours. Although with your
ponderin' and no sense of self-worth it probably does. Ya say ya feel
controled and watched over, and that Big Brother mentality infuriates you.
And you swear to some day break out and do something. Well, the powers that
be, are the powers that be, because you are so easy to control, and are so
in need of a dope supervision. Now, what's that? The subliterate leading the
disfunctional? Ha, ha, ha. Don't tell me that you wouldn't switch places the
first chance you got 'em. You're not seeking your freedom. You are just the
kept, wishin' you were the keeper. Oh, no? Yeah, right! Let me know when
you've evolved, you little dictator in waiting. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
Now, as a conclusion, let me say this: If I didn't have a sense of humor
about all this, there'd be a lotta dead bodies pilin' up in this town. But,
free or not, have an appreciation of history and a prayer for the dramatic.
So I'll just watch ya self-destruct, and thank you kindly for your dollars
that continually point to my off-shore accounts. Oh, and by the way, one