Screw The Perfect People

All the perfect people, shallow and deceitful,
Staring back at me on T.V. in magazines.
Look so good like a box of fresh wrapped Twinkies,
What the hell happened to me?
So, I took a drive to a rich and wealthy country,
Saw everything I wanted and everything I need.
Went right up and I tried to join their party
You oughta seen the look when they saw me.

!@#$%& up eyes, stupid grin.
Perfect people won’t let me in.
Who’s who list, where’s my name?
They won’t let me join their game.
I bet they think that I’m insane.
There’s no one left for me to blame.
Screw the perfect people,
@#$%, they all look the same.

We ain’t much to look at, too short, dumb and so fat.
Never gonna win a beauty pageant, it’s a curse.
Always gonna be a better doorman at the best clubs.
How could things be any worse?

!@#$%& up eyes, stupid grin.
Perfect people won’t let me in.
Who’s who list, where’s my name?
They won’t let me join their game.
I bet they think that I’m insane.
There’s no one left for me to blame.
Screw the perfect people,
@#$%, they all look the same.

Don’t have much to go on, don’t want your opinion.
Don’t have much to gain and I ain’t got much to lose.
It looks like you’ve got it all and I’d really like to get some.
You’ve got something I could use.

!@#$%& up eyes, stupid grin.
Perfect people won’t let me in.
Who’s who list, where’s my name?
They won’t let me join their game.
I bet they think that I’m insane.
There’s no one left for me to blame.
Screw the perfect people,
@#$%, they all look the same.

This is a perfect song for how I am feeling right now. It’s by a punk rock band named Pennywise. I am off on a family vacation with these “perfect people.” It’s going to be interesting to say the least. Two of them are goddesses, two Adonises, one shedding pounds by using HCG and the other lost a lot of weight using illegal drugs. Now, the last one is just circumstantial evidence, she’d never be convicted in a court of law, but it’s still pretty damning. This is also a perfect song for my family whom I love dearly. We are, most of us, too short, dumb and so fat. But, that’s okay over on that side of the fence. My wife and I are by no means perfect, but we are working on it. She’s having some set-backs due to hypo-thyroid, so she isn’t dropping weight by the pounds, but she’s making modest losses, and working her ass off. It gets frustrating and aggravating, but there’s nothing we can do about it other than keep eating right and exercising, thank Tony Horton for P90X, that really is helping a lot. Having said that, we don’t need to hear about our extra weight every five minutes. We’re not completely obese, but yes, we do have some extra baggage. My wife’s mom has to make sure we know that by asking my wife if she’s pregnant every 15 minutes. That shit would never happen with my mom. There’s something called tact, use it. Especially when someone is working that hard to try to lose the weight. So, we’re trying to make it fun. We have a bet going. It sits at 25. Twenty-five times someone will make reference to my wife’s stomach while we’re on the trip. She has the under, I have the over. Easiest bet I’ll ever win. Screw the perfect people, @#$% they all look the same.
‘Nuff Said.