I wore my favourite sweatervest You know, that one with Snoopy on it You told me I was so random And I imagined my personality as the monotonous whirring the coin crunching the ill-fated ka-ching! Forever eluding a bleary-eyed gambler Am I really an arbitrary sequence of generated outcomes? Or am I just a kid who likes the cut of Snoopy’s Jig I screeched like all different species of dinosaur Whywhywhy? Because I wanted to But you told me I was so quirky And looked at me as if I were different than anyone else as if I were sure of myself as if I were doing it for you In a world where we are all just putting one littlefoot in front of Another I have to take 300mg a day, but not let anything scare me Or else all of this becomes a far weaker tale Where you tell me I am so special And I let it contain me right there within those vapid words within that dosage compartment within choke-hazard capsules red, blue and special all over Or think that sweatervests and screeching and symptoms make me anything more, or less Than simply surviving the Day
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