Saturday, July 16, 2011

Runaway fast as you can

This one here's for the douche bags
This one here's for the assholes
This one here's for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

This ones here's for the childless mothers
and the alcoholic fathers.
This ones here's for the brothers with misunderstood sisters
and the sister with insane brothers.

For the blind man that sees heaven
and the skeletons in the convicts closet.
For the celibate pedo
And the fatherless nun.
And the loosing football team

This one is for the bald chemo child
and the playground bully with low self esteem
This one here is for the class clown
without a best-friend.
For the second place prom queen

For the manic-depressed desk-worker at the office with his
cornflower blue tie and dead end job
And for the 2nd year collage counter girl at the cafe
down the street who's pregnant test just turned pink.

This one is for the rebels without a cause
and for the rebels with a cause
For the dirty red politic and the dirty blue politic
For the idiotic bank executives
And for the naive nation.

This one is for the rained on bench
and the dust that settles after the settlers
For the aching labor pains
and the still smoking coughing 30 years old pothead.

This one here is for the deaf man that sings hymns
and for the people who drives in circles from home to work
from work to home and repeat
This one here is for the ones that are stuck on repeat

This one here is for that couples favorite make out song
and for the divorcees living in hotels
For the sterile newly weds
and for the hoarding, spying neighbor

For the solder's mother
and the fire-man's wife
This one here is for the 17 year old convict
and the 84 year old convict also

This one here is for the Haitians earthquakes
The Japanese Tsunami
And the Indian Ocean Tsunami too
The Orleanan's Katrina
The Guantanamo Bay Prisoners water-boards
For the Tangshan earthquake
And for China's flood
For the immigrants and refugees
For the child solder's

This one here is for the street solder's too
This one here is for the only child
and for the youngest.
For the introverted smart kid in the back with just two friends
one of them being imaginary.
and for the lonely extroverted social butterfly.

This is for the ones who have to deal with the single to
its complicated status updates
and for the ones who have no new messages
for the past four days

For everyone
thats been puttin' up with shit on shit for just way too long
I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douche bags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags

You guys know what do right?
If you dont then all you have to do is
ask someone who knows the plan.