Problem

Everything’s so extraordinary.
Some real bad and some good
Story’s and some day are all the same.

Go to a party.
Drink some beer tea.
Scream out loud so you can hear me.

Call me stupid.
Call me names.
I am convinced that you are the assholes.

Fuck this. Fuck that.
You are the problem.
You’re fucking lame.
You’re fucking stupid.

So called love, you sexist cupid.
Your muscle-headed apathy.
So I’m a punk and so I’m gay.
At least we’re happy in our own way.
We’re not blind at least we can see.