Sarcastic
I was told I was sarcastic
But I’m not made from plastic
So I’ll say it clear and loud
Of the sarcasm I am proud
I wouldn’t be so contrite
If we did things freakin’ right
While working with eyes shut
And our nose up someone’s butt.
How could I possibly be sarcastic
When everything seems so drastic
My sarcasm is through frustration
Guess where I get my inspiration
Sarcastic? How could that be
I’m just describing what I see
Everyday I feel more dazed
But I’m also totally amazed
My headaches keep accruing
Does anyone know what they’re doing
Did I leave my mind back there
I’ve seemed to lost it somewhere
I promise I’ll watch what I say
If I see something right someday.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008
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