Somewhere around fifth grade
I asked myself why
I should work to make money
‘Til I get sick and die.
So I sought counter-culture,
Tried to listen to rap
But found “counter-culture”
Espoused the same crap.
Fight club was edgy
But I don’t like fighting.
MGTOW was compelling
But I’m fond of white-knighting.
So here I was, trapped
Between primness and zeal
Before I found out
That’s what most people feel.
The thug life chose me
But because I abhor it
I friend-zoned the thug life
And we’re both better for it.
