isn't it ironic?
the way life ends up
it's like rain in sunshine,
a bright night
without a moon or star in the sky,
or calling someone a poser
when you're one as well,
it's like when it's totally silent
and yet it's still to loud,
or calling someone your friend
when you don't know their name,
or calling yourself Christian
when you deny him in public,
it's like being warm in winter
when you're wearing shorts,
or "moo"ing at a horse
as you drive down the road,
or wearing a shirt that says "i love you"
when you don't love yourself,
it's like a virgin hooker,
or a fat skinny lady,
but no matter how ironic and superficial life is
we must live it