At the Grocery Store: You’re not safe from it Neither am I You can’t hide your discrepancies Any more than a junky can hide his criminal record Any more than I can hide Ex girlfriends from ex girlfriends It all comes full circle It’s a little town A little country A little world When I see you in the tabloids Next to Miley Cyrus and Justin Timberlake Or Charlie Sheen I laugh A laughter that kills me just a little bit Those damn magazines Have been killing the potential Of this gigantic country for years now Dulling the minds And distracting the housewives Raising the youth And disturbing the shit out of people like me You poor bastard Who would have thought That when you grew up The presidency of the grand United States Would be reduced to mere celebrity You’ve inherited no more praise Or power Than the next slutty starlet It’s a shame isn’t it? You walked into a shit storm buddy And like the next on to follow you You inherited someone else’s mess A mess that’s been brewing since 1912 I almost feel bad for you But air force one has its perks I’m sure But like every great shit storm This one will take a heavy toll on the world When it peaks We will have to have someone to blame Are you sure you’re ready for that? The beauty of celebrity Is never having to be accountable And that’s the last difference Between you And them This bullshit can only go on for so long People need to understand their place They need to understand The difference between actors And presidents Do you understand? I sure hope so Cause this shit storm is going to pass And leave your ass in its wake You poor bastard When I see you in those tabloids It makes me sick A sickness that makes me sorry For all the idiots who read this shit I hope the next time I see you On the cover of one of those shit rags It will say that you’ve outlawed tabloids For good Outlawed drama Outlawed this sad excuse For a reason to go on I almost hate you knowing you won’t I almost hate you Knowing that every president before And every one after Has been And will be Full of shit I could have an eternal hate That drives a man to insanity Like the hate between demons And angels The hate between conservatives And extremists I could have the hate for you That the rest of the world has For the average American But I don’t care to read the tabloids
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 18:08:01 +0000
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