How you choose to burn the fuel you’ve by God paid for
ain’t no freekin concern of mine
It ain’t none of my business how much noise your gas-powered
toys jam down everbody’s ears
I shouldn’t mention that your emissions foul the air for myself
and all of our descendants
I just need to shut the fuck up about your so-called
recreation destroying our precious national lands
It ain’t my place to say you don’t need a shoddy but
retail-outlet-sized house for 4 people
Who am I to tell you to help curb overpopulation by limiting
your precious
children?
How dare I suggest our traditional values to be merely some
recently ginned-up political advertising?
On which socialist authority do I demand that you lose a few
pounds of your pseudo-muscular fat?
I shouldn’t say that we don’t have a god-given right to
cheap goods made by asian slave labor
By whose socialist decree do I try and make you go out and
do some boring and stupid exercise?
It takes me a lot of gall to say your kids should learn
grammar and spelling before they start texting
How dare I put the ecosystems that support us all in front
of your good jobs and family welfare?
It ain’t my business if you choose to use your idling truck
for an overweight personal air-conditioner
By what right do I ask you to turn down the music after you
paid to get into this here campground?
it takes me a lotta cowardly nerve to say that we need to
drastically reduce military spending
It’s way elitist of me to contend that you’ll only ever
fight global warming with your thermostats
It ain’t my place to criticize a bailout for your
over-leveraged, underwater home loan
Who gave me the authority to demand that you drive some skinny
vegan electric car?
Why should I think you should take interest in world events
instead of watching NFL and NASCAR?
I got no right to make you give up double meat bacon
cheeseburgers or yer 40 oz, Mountain Dew
It ain’t my business that you drive alone to the cube farm
in an SUV built for 8 obese adults
How dare I to mutter yer one true god don’t bless America
and we really ain’t his one chosen people?
It ain’t any of my concern that Ponzi finance traders make
19000 times more than average folks
Why should I actually care if the future is over-populated,
strip-mined, poisoned and always at war?
It ain’t my job to preach that we used up the resources
needed to pay the debts we leave behind
Who am I to judge our closeted corporate leaders who may
well be full of eternal wisdom?
Why would I think farmers know better than bonus-driven
BigAg execs about sustainable methods?
What gives me the right to reset economic priorities based
on junk science and fuzzy math scams?
I can’t arrest you for dropping your food wrappers and smoky
butts wherever you see fit
It ain’t up to me to get all in up in your face about your
comically-wornout, fairytale religions
Nobody appointed me to tell you that you waste all our
resources just wasting your precious time
How can I even dare to suggest that them krauts and
frenchies might possibly even have a clue?
Who told me I could pester you with this socialist nonsense
of climate change and mass extinctions?
It ain’t my place to bore you with trivial details when
there’s something good on the big screen
What the hell was I thinking anyway, trying to tell you
what’s right and wrong for you to eat?
No need to listen when I say either all of god’s life forms
have a soul or none of us actually can
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