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BOXED SINCE GRADE-SCHOOL Now why was I taught to feed into pity Because I was taught that I'm just not as pretty? How does this work, what may the case be Karma snuck through now its biting at me. Why were we taught that war will bring peace, And why do we cower at the thought of disease- Whenever you are, you're aging towards towards death; "Get to work!" "Make a son!" before time has your breath. Why must I sleep while everyone rests? Oozing from edges, you're failing their tests. Stop shouting "Clean Up!" "This puzzle's a mess!" I'm lazy and I'm human; or do I do less? All thoughts have been taught, time to go get in gear. You've learned rules and read books so what's left to fear? Soon skills get misplaced, and then nothing feels right, Its bend over backwards, get sedated, hold tight. Either learn from your neighbors and copy their tracks, Or break dirty dishes and step on the cracks. "No food before grace!" "No action for thought!" Consume to be happy... so that's what we're taught. --Christian |
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