All those pretty people
With their pretty music
And their pretty faces
And their pretty personalities
They are jumping up and down
And they refuse to frown
Because they
Know how to get down
Or something like that
They aren�t fat ones
Skinny ones
Big ones
Little ones
They�re all so damned perfect
If I don�t like it
Why don�t I change the channel
I�m sorry for being human
I�m sorry for being real
I�m sorry I can�t deal
With my problems
Like that guy
In the fun house mirror
So what if my morals
Aren�t really morals
They�re just habits
Incognito
I try to kick them
Without people noticing
That I�m the hooligan next door
Now put down that chair
And keep both feet
On the floor
Why don�t you respect your elders more?
I�m sorry for being human
I�m sorry for being real
I�m sorry I can�t deal
With my problems
Like that guy
I saw before
You know his name
You know...Mike.
Copyright 2003 John Michael Joseph Barnes
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