How does it matter what you ate?
Or wore for that hot evening date.
It’s so easy to sum up your happy life,
A photo with your mistress
and another with the wife.
Your profile picture is cropped and neat
The print on your tie is really offbeat.
You try so very hard to stand out.
Bokchoy, bell peppers and brussel sprout
20 fags a day, a glass of sparkling wine,
some Coltrane for company
when you have the time.
God, you’re such a horny fake
We’re hoping for your own sake
That you’ll stop living such a lie
Make yourself useful maybe?
Find a thing or two to do
And no, we’re not counting
that girl you want to screw.
The world doesn’t need your status update
Or a list of things you love and hate.
So get back to the world you know
Then maybe she’ll give you a good blow.