Social Standing

Come out and play with me my friend,
Come on, pick a group and choose,
Pick one and stick with them to the end,
it's not like you've got a lot to loose.

Pick the boguns, simple and tough,
Adidas clones, all dressed the same,
Helping you our when things get rough,
Scatter, leave you to take the blame.

Pick the social yuppie fools,
Expensive clothes and mobile phones,
Hang about 'cool' spots, the tools,
Pick them by their smirks, the drones.

Pick the feral city peeps,
Ragged clothes and body piercing,
All around the town, the creeps.
Cmon, you don't know what you're missing.

Pick the bouncing homie crew,
Loud rap music, baggy pants,
Heres a Wu-tang shirt for you,
Come hang with us, join in rap chants.

Pick the Goths, all dressed in black,
Black dresses, trousars, lipstick and such,
Look like Zombies hooked on crack,
Our image is our only crutch.

So pick one now, or not, you'll see.
If you do, a clone you'll be.
Theres one more choice, to be like me.
Individuality.

Nicholas Bronson

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