Culture you bastard
You unforgiving French fry of a God
give me a fuckin commercial break
I know you well
You had my soul in a plastic bag
from the Gap
I suffocated with you
I bowed down to your perfectionism
I want to be free of you
I want to watch television
like there were people on the screen
not idols or items I can micromanage into a deadly life
culture you have made me tremble
to make a mistake,
and I am an imperfect being
you look like a doughnut
and a doughnut is your nutritional value
I don’t care who plays the Super Bowl halftime show
I don’t care how old my phone is
I wanna go beyond your carbon monoxide glory
into the ether