This was written by my brother Dawud during our junior year in high school, but I think the message is pretty much universal. Read on!
12/31/96LR-ER
Re: 1/8/97LR-ER
And when it suits your needs
You put on your mask
Wear a new personality
And parade around like God
And if you've ever believed in anything
It's that you can get away with whatever
You think you can screw all the beauty
Of this fucked-up planet
And guys like you
Who made it this way
And guys like me
Who fight to save it
And we're losin' the battle
'Cause there're many more shitheads than anyone realizes
Controlling the lives of those
Us
The ones that care to recycle
And actually, consciously
Treat women with even a shred of respect
When getting stepped on and spit on
Are having out fucking guts eaten out
By the immortal dickheads
That bring about our complete
EPIDEMIC BOREDOM
And they still have the nerve
To call themselves distinguished and refined
Then, pretending to be caring
Just so they can get into a gullible girl's
Fuckin' panties
And I sit and wonder if they even know
Who they are, where they could've come from
Or even give a shit about
The intellectual pursuits of the human race
And they have the gall to call us STUPID!
What?
We don't get enough of the same horrible jock itch as is?
We don't suit your needs in and out
Of the World'o'Masks you live in
Sissy Boys
All the fuckin' macho bravado
That your asses and mothers muster up
Could not possibly save you from the truth
You're afraid to take responsibility for your own damned actions
And I'm not finished talking about your little bravado
You sit around with your little jock buddies
And brag endlessly about
How many girls you've porked
And how much alchie you've drank before
And how long you WISH your cock was
And all I can think about is how much
I HATE the undoubtable fact
That human minds are going to waste
And no one's safe when you have your daddy's car
And little ladies with their alligator's skin handbags
Fear you
Yet helped to bring about the godforsaken day you were born
And you terrorize my kind
The HUMANS that would still give a damn
If you PEOPLE hadn't ridiculed them since
GRADE SCHOOL
And even before the day
When my humble kind smiled up
Just to greet a fuckin' punch in the nose
From one of the jerk siblings born
Every lousy minute
And when you carefully remove your mask
Behind the backs of the people labeled
"GULLIBLE"
Who do you turn to for power meal
Us... again
Then when you run into a toughass motherfucker from way back
Who won't run and cry for your delight
You either get sad, peeved, or enraged
And enraged turns to outraged
And you think
"How dare you not get depressed and
Whimper like a little bitch"
And either you attack like frightened little animals
Stuck in a corner
Or pry with your teasing nonsense
Until you break us, or at least get a whine
OR, MAYBE, you use what you pass off
As brains
And see that you're not getting anywhere
And realize that you're a dick-headed jerk anyway
So you leave us alone to our intellectual pursuits
And use whatever shreds of smarts or so-called intelligence that you possess
To find other interest than ridicule
And put down your heavy ass bravado for just a little while and stop sickening everyone to the point of VOMITING
