Social Norms of Socially Retarded Beings

Society is bound tightly by social norms and guidelines. From a very young and innocent age we taught or at least beaten into conforming with one or another template set out by our fellow citizens. We are shown when and how to wipe our asses, how it is not acceptable to encourage new beliefs and ideals, or at least, we are shown how to treat our fellow human beings. Our guidelines are set out by our forefathers, by holy icons or for some, their twisted views of life were burnt deep into their psyches by strange happenings in their lives. Many brutally beat their skulls against the proverbial wall created by society, repeatedly reeking pain upon others in a twisted mission of self satisfaction or mutilation. Never for once stopping to think what repercussions their actions will have

We take pleasure in the finer aspects of life, the simple smell of our environment. We take pleasure in seeing someone fall off a bicycle, someone falling in love, someone making a fool of them self or someone els, or in someone feeling the cold blade of life. We were shown this by Jesus Christ , by Bart Simpson, He Man and by Madonna. We are a stew of what we are exposed to in specific periods of our developing existence. We are taught to hate anyone who stands against our tape recorder minds. Often we are told to destroy their very existence, their most sacred objects and their defenseless pets.

We are taught to court the most wanted humans in our social groups. We are taught to hunt the objects of our desires like sharks. We are taught to treat the opposite sex with respect. We are taught to treat the opposite sex like pests. We are taught to open the door for the one who loves us so . We are taught to lie and betray the ones we love in some selfish act of self fulfillment. We are taught never to steal, unless it is from the one who stole from our us, because then we must kill.

We are shown what is beautiful and what we should look like. We are shown how to contort ourselves into fitting the mold set out by society. We are told we can never do something by someone who never tried. We are told where we will go when we die by someone who is still alive. We are told how to speak, when to eat. Who are told when to look and when not to see. We are shown what is ugly and what we should want to be.We are told to fear those who we don't understand, never to show them sincerity or to ask them what they see.                

I Like Your Problems, I Think They're Sleak

I see your third thumb
and you see my longer arm
I hear your problems in speak
and you smell my fragrance, weak.
I like your problems, I think they're sleak

I try weakly to be the walrus
you seem to quite like the fuss
But I can juggle
Perhaps help you in a struggle

Your a little, only slightly brittle
Calling "play it boy, swing that fiddle"
You gotta swing high, play that guy
You gotta talk slightly slowly lady sly

I wish you would come over
play a game of twister, sister
I wish you could sing neatly
maybe beat me in ping-pong sweetly

Don't Dance, No. Don't give it away

Don't listen to what it has to say
  Don't dance, or sit, nor runaway
Don't become of their fun, your heart's to cold son

Lift Lift, Lift it away
    Lift Lift, shift
I'm not going to stay

Don't dance, Don't dance, don't you dare sing
        No No No,I'm not going to stay
Don't dance, Don't dance, your slowly giving it away

I don't wanna see what happens next
  I don't wanna be your second best
        I don't, I won't, Don't

Don't go down that street

I watch as you make mistakes. Your only concern is your mouth
I pass you off.
while I class and package your soul.
I judge you and smudge you.
You now I'm right, always Wright
I have everything I want.
A trophy wife
and fake first class life
holds nothing for me
I am happy with my crooked smile
I have put that demon to sleep
Don't go down that street

I don't dance like I used to do
I won't dance
until I have found my girl
I will hold my tongue and
poison my lungs
until I find my new world

I won't look in the mirror
I'm trying to put that demon to sleep
but I will think hard
what I will wear
I will think hard
what I will share
I am not afraid of you
I am not afraid of your sheet's
I will wait this time
Don't go down that street

I write about girls I don't know

I write about girls I don't know
I judge them on the clothes they choose to show
I write about girls who give me a smile
And I write about girls I haven't seen in a while
I write about things I make up in my head
And I write about things I pretend she said
I write stupid words about girls I don't know

Excuse me kind sir

Stranger: Mark you seem to think a lot, almost as if you slip into your own world for a moment or two?

Mark: Do you mean a world of my own? A place where I have no worries, where I have made the right decisions and I am an honorable man. A world where the only worries one has are similar to that of a young boy. A world where there is no racial tension, no crime or death. A world where I am able to do what my mind wishes but my body does no allow. A world where life is valued and music is treasured. A world where I am the master of my destiny and I can do as a please. A world where there is only beauty and equality. A world where friendships last for ever and lovers never cheat. A world where talent is praised and greed is unheard of. A place where life is cherished. Is that what you mean?

Stranger: yes, exactly!

Mark: No that is foolish, Sir. Who would wish to escape to a place like that? Do you take me for a fool?

Stranger: NO NO! I do not wish to insult you lad, I was just trying to guess where your mind goes when your eyes look like they are far far away.

Mark: Perhaps that is the case, but keep your thoughts to yourself, talk like that could get us killed...