All these people on the street
none of whom I’d like to meet
to be a phony is not a big feat
the thought is quite bittersweet.
As I get into the vomity cab
all my driver does is crab
all I hear is simple blab
my life is full of listless drab
I get to the perverted hotel
and call someone from my cell
only response is “I’m just swell”
It is best just not to dwell…
I head out to a lousy bar
the piano man thinks he’s the star
A girl comes in who enjoys to mar
I hate the phonies so sometimes I spar
As I stroll through the park
All my thoughts are dim and dark
maybe someday I’ll overcome this arc
all I need is one little spark.
I think of a girl and reminisce
all those moments when life was bliss
but those times leave me with a kiss
and are something that I truly miss.
This girl is swooped up by a boy
who treats all his girls just like a toy
he is a jerk and acts all coy
but I know him and his vicious ploy
I miss my sister and her skates
I only have these crumby dates
Is my life up to the fates
Will I ever reach those pearly gates?
Me and my parents, we should talk
it will not come as a shock
I’ll go watch the ducks from the dock
and count down the minutes on the clock
until I move on, just like the flock.
