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Young Professionals
03:26
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We are professionals.
We're identical,
Lying through our smiles.
We sit in cubicles,
Follow protocol.
We've joined the standard rank and file.
All we know:
We won't be defined,
We won't be owned.
Are we sure of ourselves?
Yes and no,
But it's worth a go.
The prevailing point is
We're all adults
In suits and ties
Utilized like shackles.
But "circumscribe"
Our lives as something less
Homogenized;
We're undefined.
We all said
We'd find our own way.
All the while
Trying to hold a
Brave face.
Like blood through arteries,
We drive on potholed streets,
Singing those old hopeful songs.
Although the hope they preach
Has become bittersweet,
We still find away to sing along.
We throw our lives
At the walls
To see what sticks.
Not to convince
Anyone of anything,
But for the good it'll bring.
To avoid reproach
We hide behind
Our suits and ties,
But devote our free time
To living lives we're not
Embarrassed by.
We're undefined.
We're undefined.
We all said
We'd find our own way.
All the while
Trying to hold a
Brave face.
We all said
We'd find our own way.
All the while
Trying to hold a
Brave face.
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2. |
Very Bad Things
02:17
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It wasn't what you said,
It was the way you said it--
Anyone could say such filthy words.
It was maybe your accent,
Maybe your inflections,
That made those nasty words
Less absurd.
I remember the places,
I remember the faces
You would make.
They stuck with me.
Remember the late nights.
Remember bitter fights.
We fought ourselves,
We stanched the bleeds.
I'm better off.
You're better off.
We're better off.
With all the blame lain out this way
Our scars can start to fade away.
We made our marks, we said our piece,
We cursed, we screamed.
We're memories, memories.
With all the pain as evidence,
We burnt out like a cigarette:
A grimy edge, with a short buzz.
A spark can't last
It never does.
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3. |
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There was a
Pre-mid-life--
Somesuch? Or something like that--
When all the walls
Were closing in…
Note: These words are rehashed from a rehearsed confab
From TV or in a bad book,
and like an amateur I just straight-up took
My cues, then repackaged them
As a prepackaged counterfeit life.
What else can I really say?
Well, I can say
I don’t want to live
As a bad cliché,
But a real person:
Fragile and frail,
But strong compared
To the plastic lives
We’re expected to share.
Here it is,
I’m checking out,
I’m handing in my resignation.
But I just
had a thought:
This response is an imitation!
What do I do when it’s all been done?
Simply rinse, repeat, and call it even?
Or hope that I can somehow
Offer something I am proud,
Something I can be proud of.
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4. |
Part Two
03:06
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I bought me a house.
I drive an SUV to work
In a big-ass office with a view.
My life's sorted out.
I'll sleep when I'm dead,
I'll eat when I can.
I'll spend time with my family
Once they're set up nice and comfy.
But if I have a truth to tell,
I don't recognize myself.
Is this all there is?
I thought there'd be more.
It can't be just this,
I was so goddamn sure.
Is it all a lie?
I've been fooled before.
Have I wasted my life?
I'm not so sure.
Man, fuck this shit.
If it means precisely dick
Then what's the point of all of it?
I'll just fucking quit.
Forty good years left
Unless my heart explodes in my chest
From the stress
And proves my efforts useless.
This capital-D "dream"
Tells lies just like
Gatsby-green lights
Pulsing at night.
I'm not my fucking title.
You're not your fucking khakis.
This ain't all I am
I swear to you.
I can start again,
Call it My Life, Part Two
It was all a lie.
I know there is more.
Part Two starts right now.
And that's for fucking sure.
This is my life.
My Life, Part Two.
This is my life.
My Life, Part Two.
This is my life.
My Life, Part Two.
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Grayson Hatfield, Pennsylvania
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