Your song on the radio

It means nothing. Your song is playing on the radio. Like a mindless zombie you sing along. Saying your independent. Saying your strong. Full of love and sexy to boot. You are lying to yourself.

It’s your moment of escapism! Your moment of defying the rules. Singing out loud how wonderful you are and oh so proud. In real life your timid and a follower. Doing all popular things.

Building an altar on the internet! With photos and videos. You look like a videoclip. All experiences are within the rules. Sometimes misbehaving because your a rebel.

But it’s all small change compared with how the world works. Because your song says your social, loving and whatnot, but your voting says your conservative, capitalistic and full of hatred towards others.

So I hear your songs of praise and wonderful experiences where your growing from. But it’s not like your changing with happiness and joy. You keep whining that your worse off than others and that that needs to change.

Now we have a discussion about slut calling or whistling and grabbing. Something a true gentleman doesn’t do. But you don’t want a gentleman. You want dangerous and exiting.

Your life needs to be full of experiences like in the songs on the radio. You mirror that with your own actions. Thinking the repetition of the songs is something real.

Because that’s what it is isn’t it! Your such a self proclaimed woman! Or a rough and tough gangster … and not that junky that knows a dealer. But I digress. Again. Guess I’m high.

Yeah well. Your songs mean s**t to me! They’re celebrating a empty existence. Peace I’m out!