Scintilla Tangram

It must be boring to be so boring
Like, just the way you are
Like, just the way you are now

It must feel lame to be so lame
Like, tra-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la

We fill the God shaped space in our brain
With our own blend of Superstitions and insecurities
That’s why it only offers us the most horrible guidance
And seems totally hateful

It must feel terrible to be so terrible
Like, just the way you are
Like, just the way you are now

It must be depressing to be so depressing
Like, tra-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la

You can fellate the chimera of your religious fantasies
So do not point them at anybody else
It’s not okay to superimpose the sources of your misery
Onto the rest of us

This goes out to the Pences of the world
So terrified of sex and female liberation
Who try to infantilize culture so they can
Stay little baby men forever!

It must be ugly to be so ugly
Like, just the way you are
Like, just the way you are now

It must be pathetic to be so pathetic
Like, tra-la-la-la-la-la