A man with dark sunglasses

Who smells faintly like citrus

And wears a pleasant porcelain mask

Walks up to his next door neighbor

And introduces himself

As the hateful bastard

Who hates commercials

Who hates people

Who hates weight cycling

Who hates pretty much everything

This world is pretty sick you know,

Money means more than living

Looking good is to kill for

And everyone seems to have

A bitching case of

Selective

Hearing

How odd is that?

How odd is that?

I Dada nakedly

Open in public

In a water fountain

From the Goodwill republic

My knuckles are bleeding

Chick-chack-chizunk

How odd is that?

How odd is that?

Da

Da

Da

Da

Ism