Not quite sure

Two beers needed to loosen the tongue
Relax a bit to have some fun
Rid the inhabitation that holds you back
Gain the confidence that most do lack
Is it shame or shyness that hides the soul?
Never mind the paranoid thoughts that create the hole
It’s not so easy to ask someone out
Only to find that they have some doubt
Rejection once or twice most will get
No wonder people now meet on the internet
Let the bullshit flow quick as we type
And keep up the image with a picture not right
What chance have you got if you tell the truth?
You got more chance of being laid in a telephone booth
Image is the new fuel that feeds the beast
That keeps all the needy at the feast
What car does he drive? Where does he live?
What sort of work, has she got a quid?
Now life is so shallow, morals are done
There is no tomorrow, as long as there’s fun
So lift the amber fluid up onto your lips
And wipe away all doubts with your very next sip
Societies expectations is not really that hard
Show what is needed, to keep up the facade
Create the image and join the pack
Sell your soul with your morals and don’t look back
So this is happiness of what we seek
Day to day, week by week
I am not quite sure if this is the plan
That was laid down for our fellow man


Jeff 08