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- Ain't it just powerful how some jackass always thinks they’re the top dog
- Swinging their limp ego like a goddamn wrecking ball
- Crushing every ounce of dignity left around them, power, yeah
- Morons blasting garbage into the ears of everyone forced to listen to that crap
- Power to trample, to manipulate, to jerk the steering wheel
- Meanwhile, we’re all stuck marinating in our own isolation, eating shitty meals
- And building our sad little fortresses out of Netflix subscriptions
- And delivery apps, because going outside means dealin’
- With even more mouth breathing wastes of oxygen
- No one can hear your screams over the sound of your own self pity
- Criticism is a sport now, everybody with a thumb and a Wi Fi signal
- Suddenly thinks they’re the next Plato, vomiting half baked opinions
- Like projectile diarrhea, criticism isn't about getting better anymore
- It’s about shoving your foot so far up someone else’s asshole
- That your laces come out their mouth, then there’s the stupid stench
- Of violence hanging in the air like a fart in a crowded elevator, or even shit
- Fists, words, everything you don’t say but damn well mean
- Slipping into DMs you shouldn’t be in, pirating some sad bastard’s dreams
- Siphoning hope out of people like some greasy, soul sucking parasite
- With a social media account, swinging your bloated ego across the site
- Like it’s Excalibur, when really you’re just another overhyped clown
- Juggling other people’s ideas with your greasy hands, then claiming the crown
- Power is paraded around like a trophy wife, corportations flexing their muscles
- Turning workers into human stress balls while the rest of us struggle
- Every community pushes you further into your own echo chamber
- Until you’re out of touch, they want you alone, that’s what they aim for
- Binging true crime documentaries, at this rate, you’ll be talking
- To a wall, and congratulating yourself for self care while you’re rotting
- Criticism is threads full of semi illiterate rage babies trying to throw
- Knockout punches, nobody’s got a brain cell left to rub against another, bro
- Clowns pretending they’re giving constructive feedback by roasting you
- Guess what, your opinion’s worth less than expired gas station sushi, dude
- Every time you breathe in this sewage air, you’re inhaling pure violence
- It isn't shocking anymore, because they made shooting someone till they die a
- Tuesday night hobby, mass shootings scroll past on your feed
- Like bad weather reports, and you just keep scrolling indeed
- Because what the fuck else are you gonna do, crime is the new entrepreneurship
- Everyone claps like trained seals while an overdraft fee is $35 bucks, it’s bullshit
- And while you’re busy with the applause, someone’s picking your pocket at
- Target for a six pack of ramen, because the economy
- Is about as stable as Britney Spears' Instagram feed is
- Crime isn’t breaking laws anymore, it’s surviving reality, bitch
- Power laughs at you from skyscrapers shaped like middle fingers
- While you sit there eating it up because you're too brain dead
- To realize you've been sold nostalgia in a plastic baggie, you have a slow head
- Isolation is sold back to you as luxury, they charge you 2,500 bucks
- So you can pedal your sad little stationary bike alone while not giving a fuck
- And pretending you’re part of something bigger than your own existential damage
- Everyone's got a hot take, and none of them are worth wiping your ass with
- The entire moral fabric is just a wet tissue, people are becoming loyal
- To self loathing that’s been sold to them by influencers, who spoil
- Everything, and criticism is monetized, jackasses offering masterclasses
- For $99, to fix your mediocrity with three recycled quotes
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