Frak!

Music in my head: Änglagård- Jordrok
Today's weather: Dilli ki sardi.

Hunted by intelligent cybernetic life forms,
Season after season, we frak, we run.
You look at us, you think we’re sweet,
Hear you me, it’s not much fun.

You sit there on your frakking rear,
You glut, you sleep, you glut again.
All this while we run and run,
In sunshine and in frakking rain.

Sometimes we fight, sometimes we die,
Sometimes we love, hope, betray, fall.
And you losers think we’re real,
Dumasses you are, so say we all.

An hour a day you stare at us,
As we fly and shoot and frak around.
We’re in your soapy fantasies,
Succulent, nubile, pinned to the ground.

Frak! You morons, open your eyes.
The world’s not twenty inches wide.
Breathe some unconditioned air,
Or just stick a knife in your side.


P.S. : The above is based on a true story.
P.P.S. : I love Battlestar Galactica. It's the best show ever, so say we all.