bowhead

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Painted face and empty head
Why don't you just think instead of
Acting like a living Barbie doll?
I have seen your kind before and
I can no longer ignore that
Our world's back is up against the wall.
With people like you leading us
We will all get blown to dust
While you sip your Jack and Coke
And do your nails and fix your hair while
Brent McTurtleneck gives you a poke.

Don't tell me how you became a
Chi-O because of your name you
Nameless, mindless, heartless piece of meat
You think you're so virtuous
Because you're so voluptuous
Epitome of inhuman conceit
Here's to the Old South and a
Gigantic plantation house and
Exploiting the nonwhite race
I guess I should expect it from you
Bowhead in pretty white lace.

Greek life is so nice
Wholesaling friends
Swap night, Bud Light
Means to no end
Skip class, still pass
Daddy's so proud
Of his little piece of crowd.

Go ahead try to make me sorry
Tell me your entire life story
Sob sob sob sob sob
Wealthy father, drunken mother
Happy birthday here's another
Saab Saab Saab Saab Saab
Who could ask for anything more? Well,
I could, hon, and be damn sure that
You're completely out of my sight
Until you realize that the
World is more than plain black and white.

What's your problem?
Why can't you be
Your own person?
Set yourself free
But you won't listen
To reason's big voice
So you leave me no choice.

I have had enough of this if
I were more obnoxious I would
Piss on absolutely all you own
Take your lithe and lovely bod and
Take your fake holy facade and
Cower in your antebellum home
I guess you'll never change
You are mentally deranged
At least you will be out of my face
I hope I never see you again
Don't forget to never write me
Au bientôt
Bowhead in pretty white lace.

© 1989 John Brocato