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Chop Suey

from Flat On Every Side by Adam Balbo

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I’m unemployed. I got no job.
I’m a sad creation. What did I do wrong?
I’m such a freakin joke, but I ain’t even funny.
I’m awake all day, but I still can’t make any money.

I’m a songwriter. I write songs.
Arranging sounds, farting around all day lone.
I’m a sitting contradiction. I wouldn’t trust me.
I’m in cahoots with the bar. You know, they’re all stealing your money.

I’m a living account of what you get
from too much opium, pot, acid, speed, caffeine, and cigarettes.
I’m a frayed old man, but I ain’t even 30.
But don’t worry, folks, I’m gonna wake up one of these days and decide that I’m just too damn wordy.

We’re soggy bananas with no skin.
We argue a lot cause we both always win.
I’m gonna sit on you, but I’ll give you forewarning.
We sleep next to eachother, but you gotta wonder why we’re still horny.

I’m a jingled bell, a bad Christmas tune.
I smell like feet that went all week without wearing any shoes.
I’m gonna eat my words, then they’ll be in my belly.
Or I could refrigerate ‘em and use ‘em later for chop suey.

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from Flat On Every Side, released November 15, 2004

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