Just because I’m not becoming you
Doesn’t mean that you can’t help me become me.
Hey modernity – it ain’t easy being postmodernity.
Hey modernity – maybe implicity I’m angry in my verbage to thee
and that anger in my heart now written, might to seem to be for my mommy and daddy
True or not,I guess is that wrong for me?
And when did you start liking psychology?
But you formed them after they created you
What should I do with a parent that doesn’t want to be reformed
By the misunderstood people that they created too?
Modernity, we’re no longer just ideas
Postmodernity is now an identity
Hey Modernity - why not ask Somebody else what’s going on
Instead of telling us “there’s nothing new under the sun”
I guess Aristotle understood the theory of relativity
And that our forefathers really did need slaves
Should I defer to that which doesn’t see me as different
Or to that which may hear my logos but not its pathos?
I may sound angry and it’s because I am
But my emotions don’t belong in a closed system
You may not be able to control them
but could they have been predicted?
Hey Modernity – thanks for listening…
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