Yeah, whatever. C4C.

The Sorrowful Midwest
Validation comes in flurries,
No comic book hero to save the day,
Swinging through the rural wasteland, begging to be the same.
Just a good day, a bad day, a good day, a bad day.
Only fairytales to drug the dairy land.
God bless the empty parking lots and the lonely old lady in the park
Giving away cauliflower kisses for the time of day.
No magic genies granting wishes, only stupid kids
Smoking their lives away.
It's enough to make you want to die,
If you care enough to notice.
But if ignorance is bliss,
Then tonight, I'm one dumb son of a bitch.