Most of Us
You can be loud
and proud.
Be the greatest shaker,
And the mid-night mover.
Every night you could have
A brand new thrill.
You'd get away
Even if you killed,
If you're young and beautiful.
You could hold
the whole world
by its short hair
if you're gifted.
But,
what happens
when you're plain
like the rest of us?
And you don't look so pretty
and you're turning old and grey?
And especially,
When you aren't even gifted?
Most of us,
my friend,
are screwed
by our destiny.