Holden Knows

These are the people that voted for our president And these are the people that buy all the tabloids And these are the people that wouldn’t notice talent If it hit them over the head repeatedly Last picked at your sporting events Last picked off your publishing lists These are the people that succeed because they know people These are the people that scoff at true attempts in art And get drunk on whatever they find in their parents’ cabinets These are the people that fall into stereotypes And don’t even care And consciously avoid being noticed In their looks In their actions In all things And are so grateful and happy Just because they belong somewhere (It’s “conform or go crazy”) These are the people that buy everything they see on TV And believe every word their psychiatrist tells them And believe their doctors when they say you’ve got 2 years to live And f-ck and f-ck and f-ck all the pain away Or get drunk Or get high These are the people that go to bars And buy cars And pinch womens’ behinds And these are the women That secretly like it but just play hard to get And these are the shows With all the perfect people With problems that border on inane And these are the reality shows With the people picked from set types “The black guy, the gay guy” “The b-tch, the jock” These are the people that rely on instant and never-ending gratification To the point where gratification no longer exists These are the phoneys Holden knows