A philosophical prostate examination

Try to remit metastasizing shallow salutations

A privileged few who carry the voice of legislation

Room for two

(But not) me or you

Lack of labels or kinship makes me second-class

My tongue’s so lodged in my cheek that I can taste my own ass

And as a matter of fact, the scenic route is faster

Cruise control

Bought and sold

I swallowed more than my pride in smug, self-righteous San Francisco

Do I get to decide my options over roles? Well, honey, I don’t think so

Am I in the driver’s seat or am I just along for the ride? (Don’t know)

It’s a bit of a stretch, nowhere close to there yet, performing in this dog and pony show

I’m pissing in the wind, I know

I don’t mean to debase your heart and perseverance

But I’m not seeing the rallying point of blind allegiance

You’ve got a license to drive but I don’t have insurance

Dead inside

Thanks for the ride

A proposition detours us from a fender-bender

But the collision ahead is one we should remember

At least the traffic jam will bring us all together

Catty talk

I’d rather walk

Come on and craft me an inauthentic catch-phrase, photographic identity and niche

Hand over the keys, I’ve been drinking too much and don’t wanna end up in a ditch

Everything is better said and done by someone else(’s pitch)

Don’t piss on the seat, do I have to repeat these dribbling self-regarding pricks

Point that finger within to find out

If you’re malignant or benign