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
Copyright © Val Murah | Year Posted 2007
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