Pass me by,
every day,
you're just looking at the same face.

Left behind,
you walked away,
no wonder I don't leave this place.

Label me good,
label me well,
see me through your social prism.

Wish I could,
shout and yell,
but I'm just a credit to capitalism.

Look at you,
looking at me,
you see me everywhere you go.

Nothing to do,
nothing to see,
stuck on this billboard, don't you know?

11/23/2002

Posted on 11/23/2002
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