I'm cynical, and there is nothing wrong.
I scoff at our perverse, obscene "New World."
Is this why, last year, girls with "sickness" hurled?
Is this why, yesterday, you smoked a bong?
I know-- it's cause you're tired of "too long,"
Cause "instant gratify" seems "oh! so nice!"
And these quotation marks fall "like my dice,"
And STRESS comes out of pages, out of song!
We try to loose our minds by playing Pong,
We try to ditch reality today,
But he is like that "friend" you couldn't pay,
Who, while you're smoking, he's watching "King Kong."
I'm cynical, and everything can blow,
Cause I'm smoking my life, and I am low.
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