For Your Interpretation

I’m so sick of society
Sick of all the mediocrity
Sick of all the phonies and fakes
Fat rich people eating their cakes
While of all of us here to suffer
When we can’t even buy supper
I’m getting mad and so should you
But what the fuck are you gonna do?
I bet you ain’t got the answer
Your mind is still fucked from the bender
Got smashed in the head with a Fender
You are really the one to blame
For stoking up this motherfucking flame
Motherfuck, I’m talking to you
Look in the mirror, I’m you

FIN.

P. S. this can also be read as lyrics to a potential punk rock song.

What Might Have Been

I been playing the good ol’ “What If?™” game in my head recently. Yes, that game where you beat yourself up for past mistakes and wasted opportunities.

I am not one for regrets, but I sometimes can’t help but wonder if I missed out on something life changing. If you guessed earlier that this is gonna be about women.. you are correct, jerk.

What If?™ that beautiful woman you never properly had the sack to hit it off with was gonna lead you to the best next six months of your life?

What If?™ you were gonna finally find your wholesome monogamy worthy lady and you never scared her off by posting videos of yourself doing drugs and fucking hoes on your Instagram?

What If?™ the woman you sent your sausage pics to was actually really into you and you blew it because now she thinks you’re a perverted fuck?

What If?™ I could stop and enjoy life for a moment and not piss off every person I meet?

What If?™ I was just another boring normative kid? One that has zero personality, a mediocre girlfriend that doesn’t love him and friends who pretend to like him? Just another idiot living in the Matrix, plugged in and too delusional to realize how fucked up his life is?

What If?™

It’s 1:37 AM, probably not gonna be able to sleep and dream of perky blondes. As usual.

Fuck.