By Bryan Wegman.
There’s these two people up front dancing
While we all stand around and stare
They are living
We are all just watching
There’s a punk rocker
With spikes in his hair
He will be noticed
We all disappear
There’s an old blind lady standing at the bar
While two fat slobs sit in the chairs
She’s seen the real world
We can’t open our eyes
There’s two women kissing in a booth
And a Man shouts “How do they dare!”
They our in love
We hate that
There’s a homeless man holding up the bus
Because he can’t pay the fare
He is surviving
We are already dead
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