Get Britney out of that tree!

She’s Britney
And she’s Britney
And
She’s Britney

Hello, my name
Is do everything
Differently

While society’s walking out
Americas
Mall doors
I am on the roof
Talking to Deloris
A doll
Just found
At Americas thrift stores
And

In school
They study business
While I make note
Of Marijuana’s Friskiness

These nine to five jobs
Satisfy
The society mob
Every one of them being
Boring blobs
Lobbing the knobs
Of those most attractive

I
Am the black kid
At an all white school
Riding the mule
That drinks the drool
From the pool
Of the
All day, every day
Stay this way
Never sway
From the norm
But still
I see past this porn storm

I wish you could see
What you
Look like to me
If that was to be
You’d want to pay a fee
For being so ugly
Away, you’d want to piss
Pee
This disease
Of living by convention
I am like a do-do bird
And you’re
Just another tree

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