More of the Same

this is getting tiring

this is getting lame

this is getting boring

it's just more of the same

so i washed my hair

but i have no brush

i don’t want to hurry

but i need to rush

nothing is different

it's all just the same

and this subtle reality

it's part of the game

i brushed my teeth

washed my face

everything seems to be

i’m it's place

but something is missing

something is wrong

it might feel right

but the short is the long

the circle is square

the round is flat

i want my pudding

my dogs a cat

the middle is the edge

and the end is the start

rumble in tummy

i'm scarred to fart

the truth is all lies

but the confusion is pure

and this is my lot

mine to endure

when i think of all the misery

i could carry in my load

i thank the powers of fuck

that i'm not a choad

i may be a knob end

and a bit of a twit

i'm a nugget of gold

that’s been dipped in shit

this is getting rigid

now aint that a shame

getting used to it being rigged

it's all part of the game