Majority

People on the street are all the same
They all look the same
Tall or short, fat or thin
They all look identical
They laugh loudly
But don't know what they're laughing at
They shout loudly
Their voices echo everywhere
They're still jumping around
But I'm already on the verge of death
The power of the masses can't be defeated
They can never be killed off
Thousands of miles away from me
Another baby is born in the delivery room
He looks just like his mom and dad
I can never find a place without them
On this filthy street
Flyers are flying everywhere
No one thinks they're dirty
Everyone has one in their hand
Ugly and unappealing flyers
They're colorful but all the same
No one thinks they're dirty
Everyone has one in their hand
I want to tear apart all those flyers
But they always stick firmly to the ground
Every time I see them, I stamp on them hard
But when I come back, they've put them up again



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