March 04 [Sat], 2006, 19:03
February 26 [Sun], 2006, 14:42
My friend’s a computer hacker.
But in school everybody said he was a slacker.
He writes science fiction novels.
He builds whole towns and villages from cola bottles.
He does equations just for fun.
Eats low card ice cream with his mum.
Sews cub scout badges on his sweater.
He’s just a feeling you ignore.
A dump computer hacker.
Trash can on the floor.
A pitiful disaster.
Cried to sleep at night
When he never got it right.
‘Cos he never realised.
It doesn’t even matter.
Later on in life.
He’s drowning in his laughter.
Three kids and a wife.
He’s happy ever after.
Stoked to be alive.
With his dream job up at Nasa.
Well, I guess it really pays to be a slacker!
He stays up all night playing Tetris.
Asteroids, PacMan written on his’ games to get’ list.
Wasted nights spent up in his bedroom.
Tough times, long nights.
Must have been a lot to get through.
He’s getting sharp pains in his wrist.
In his world girlfriend’s don’t exist.
Can’t even get an ad on ‘My Space’
He’s the one all alone in despair.
He’s the one who thinks life isn’t fair.
He’s the one sitting right over there.
He’s the lonely guy on the side.
Looking kinda sky.
You could see him ride.
Passing by on a pedal bike.
He’s the funny type.
Kinda like ‘Napoleon Dynamite’.
IT PAYS TO BE A SLACKER !
(And that’s the truth)
February 20 [Mon], 2006, 17:43