My Fake Righteous Things – by Truly Untrue

First date with roses and say you love kittens

Tight fitting sweaters and poems half written

Clown sense of humor that turns quite boring

These are a few of my fake righteous things…

Team up with homies, rebel against new rules

Eat at a Taco Bell and always hate poodles

Why doesn’t the new boy get me my drinks?

These are a few of my fake righteous things…

Doing bench presses drinking soda in sachets

Flex all my muscles, see bruises and rashes

Light up a cigarette and feel like a king

These are a few of my fake righteous things…

Check some job sites, be on LinkedIn

Buy an iPad…

I want to get rid of my fake righteous things…

And then they won’t think, I’m maaaaaad.

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