Somebody had to say it
Ask me what
and I will tell you why.
You did not want to know,
but I thought you should.
Trapped inside a selfish mind
of complacency? I'll give you
a dose of reality.
It is not my job,
but I feel obligated to
tell you that
it does not matter what pants
you wear,
your butt will
always look big.
They tell me to filter
my thoughts before
saying them out loud,
but those are the
ones who always
say nothing.
I never liked
those people.
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