Millennium of Incompetence

You would think
In the 21st century
We would have made progress

But no no no

the world’s in the sink
No pride in one’s work you see
Human interaction in regress

But nah nah nah

In this millennia
people go to their labor
Just for the cash

Incompetence and error ev’rywhere
Just can’t get good service
And the products we buy just don’t last

Oh oh oh no!

What has happened to this world we share?
Can’t go anywhere without gettin nervous
Why doesn’t anyone care

There! behind the counters, service beasts
Buy a thing it brakes! No returns!
Ask for help. Still need help when its all said and done.
Boys are girls, girls say they are boys
They say “don’t touch our kids” while those mothers looks outside
to get jacked up and their husband too have lied
Look! all the Stupid People, ushering world self-destruction

It’s the Millennium of Incompetence
Things are never lasting
Services are dissatisfying
Can’t get good help any more
No one knows what true love is
Self-respect is down the sink
Dignity thrown out the door
Go to work so you don’t have to think
No one cares about you
No one cares about themselves

We’re all living?
In a Millennium of Incompetence
No one knows what true love is
Self-respect is down the sink

Go to work so you don’t have to think
No one cares about you. Tears open old sores
No one cares about themselves

No one cares about themselves, anymore.

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