La La La I hate the poetry of the elitist
Words wrapped tighter than an anus
From the snobbiest kingly noses on the planet
Don’t they know we don’t have time to understand it?
La La La what did you say?
I don’t have time to figure it out all day
Isn’t there a more straightforward way
To relay your thoughts onto the page?
I am living on the fast track pace
And my life is an endless race
To fit everything in on a fast track pace
I don’t have time to analyze and evaluate
Twisted words of some unknown fate.
Spit it out just say what you need to say
If it takes too much time it will get in the way
Of anyone whose life is fast track paced
You need to get with the pace of the rest of the race.
What do you say I don’t have taste?
Come from a less elitist race?
At least you understand it’s the case
That I come from the normal human race
You know, we’re those people all over the place
And by the way that’s also your place.
Whatever I’m outta here
I only had 5 to give you my spear
I won’t ever be returning dear
This place tangles my brazier
Through tangled words that no one can hear
Needing too much time to lend an ear.
