you’re tired totin’ that poetry text,‘n there’ this whole bloated section on Carpe Diem,‘n you’re feelin’ bad ‘n sad,‘n things just ain’t goin’ your way. what’s wrong with a little selfish, anyway? you’re sparkin’ at your finger-tips,your electrons push-pullin’,beggin’, beggin’ for that discharge,but it ain’t, ain’t, right, what’s wrong with a little selfish, …
