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He’s got his thick rimmed glasses,
And his screw-you hair to match
He’s got a Grande double espresso shot -
Mocha, French vanilla, frappacino and a batch…
… of low fat raisin oatmeal granola bars.

He’s sitting in the corner seat,
Of a corner café on corner street,
And he’s still holding on to his fantasy
That this is where his future wife and him will meet.
He’s got his long faded scarf,
He’s got blue faded jeans,
He’s got a faded sense of conception,
Where he gets his faded dreams.

-Coffee Shops, subway hops, fat cops,
And he’s only got fifty dollars tops,
Him and his laptop are gonna change the world some day,
Just as soon as he get someone to listen, anyway-

He’s writing his paper for school,
On how his ideas will change the world,
His tendencies towards revolutionary
Pre-post-proto-liberal Reganomics soak each word…
…and it all somehow relates.

He adjusts his thick rimmed glasses,
Prescribed for a supposed astigmatism,
Because he’s got that certain look,
The kind that screams pro-socialism,
He’s got his fresh ideas,
A laundry list of brand new,
He’s got a Blog and a Myspace,
Yet he’s got no clue.

-Coffee Shops, subway hops, fat cops,
And he’s only got fifty dollars tops,
Him and his laptop are gonna change the world some day,
Just as soon as he get someone to listen, anyway-
OBEY THE MIGHTY SHITKICKER