Harmful Suggestions

My father tells me all the time
That I should find myself a job
If you don't work, you'll make a crime
I answer him 'Fuck off, old snob'

My mother tells me all the time
That I should find myself a bride
The choice of course is hers not mine
And I don't think that it's all right

My best friends tell me all the time
That I should find another style
I like the way my garb’s combined
I'll wait with changes for a while

My sister tells me all the time
That I should find her stuff I've lost
When I don't find she starts to cry
And stops her chatting so that I like her most

My brother tells me all the time
That I am out of my own mind
He says my verses and my rhymes
Are all of very stupid kind

Январь 2005