You’re so vain, I bet you think this piece is about you.

(an older peice)

To the vegan revolutionary, who has a patched up punk rock jacket hidden in the back of his closet, that’s made out of leather,
To the art school graduate whose career has shifted to making logos and cartoon mascots for whatever major corporation pays him,
To the pro-peace activist, fun loving, all is well hippy, who complains, aggravated with his waitress for putting too much mayo on his lettuce sandwich.
To the DIY punk rock band who signs to Sony,
To the sixteen year old boy with a record deal for the shape of his face, who doesn’t know whats a hammer-on is or who Robert Johnson is,
Fuck all of you.

To the midnight rider, who drives a hummer to work,
To the vegetarian who attends PETA rallies but flips burgers to pay rent,
To the chain bearing, gat packin' thug who lives in the valley,
To the tattooed hairdressing vixen who always mentions celebrity friends, when her career has amounted to nothing more than one B movie.
To the bastard throwing stones at abortion clinics, that comes home to three ignorant kids he can’t support without welfare.
Fuck you all

To the straight edge kid who argues with druggies and has never gotten high,
And the druggies who argue with straightedge kids and can’t got a day without substance.
To the whore who calls a prude a prude, and to the prude who calls a whore a whore,
The mormon trying to convert an athiest, and the athiest trying to break down a mormon for beleiving in god,
To the beautiful bitch who got everything she ever wanted by laying on her back,
To the worcaholic, who lives to be the dependant of a bitch who got everything laying on her back,
She swipes credit cards all the way to her utopia of fine clothes and makeup, anything to make her feel less ugly.
Fuck you all,

To the strict conservationist, the extreme recycler, who tosses cigarette butts out of the window of his vegetable oil run vehicle
To the hardcore Christians who commit acts of gluttony and envy on a daily basis,
To the crooked cops and politicians, saying they are cleaning up the city,
To the students with no faith in themselves and the teachers with no faith in students.
To the parents who don’t encourage their kids because they weren’t encouraged by there’s
Fuck you all

To the anorexic prom queen who tells her friends to watch their weight,
To her friends, who envy her,
To the corporate sleezeballs whose job it is to tell hard working middle class employees how wrong they are doing their jobs, cleaning toilets,
The corporate sleezeballs, whose job perks, are high-class hotel rooms and business expenses of cocaine, prostitutes, limo rides and fancy dinners.
To the people who hold political positions because it was their birthright, not because they qualify,
To the disgruntled citizens who don’t vote, out of stubborness
Fuck you

To the people who only give charity when there are others watching,
To the self proclaimed writers, artists and musicians, who don’t take the time to strum some chords or leave paint or words on a canvas,
To the people who are fashion oriented for the sake of others or the need to impress or fit in,
To the broken boy, who holds his insides in by dissecting others and breaking them down,
To the self righteous writer who stands before a crowd of good people and judges all of humanity
Through simple and easy to understand anecdotes and stereotypes,
Fuck you, you're a hypocrite too.
And so are all of your loved ones and friends, cause we all compromise our own beliefs.

I bite my tongue as I clean toilets and mop around tables occupied by former classmates, they type away at their laptops, studying for their finals,
they are on their third year in college, i'm on my fourth year of minimum wage.

I’m just a jealous guy; watch out, I’m just a jealous guy,

I bleed punk and I eat vegan, but fuck punk rockers and fuck vegans,
Self righteous and as ignorant as their enemies,
Punk rock is for the working class,
You can’t deny your blood or your income,
As for the fashion diseased bastards, you piss on me,
In your non-conformity you conform in the worst ways.
Let me get another thing straight, a pit is for passion, not for testosterone,
I go in to let go, and maybe i'll bang into you, but i dont try to make it a fight,
if you punch me in the face while i'm trying to enjoy a band, i swear to fucking god, i'm gonna break a bottle over your head and kick you while you're down,
An art is made for heart, not for fashion, so leave your hair jel and custom bought bondage pants at home
Fuck you all,

I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m just a jealous guy, watch out, I’m just a jealous guy,

We are all hypocrites; we all eat our own shit.

And I think I’m fucking revolutionary, that i'm better than everyone else and that im fighting the system, cause I listen to a certain music, eat a certain way, and have been branded with some tattoos, fuck me, fuck you, fuck off,