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Imposter Syndrome - text

Unfortunately, I am
My own dog, my own fur companion
My own old lady on a forum
Who types in glittery decorum

Unfortunately, I take
Myself out walking every day, and
I hand my legs to the feet, and
I give my head to the leash

Every other day I'm wondering
What's a human being gotta be like?
What's a way to just be competent?
These sweet instincts ruin my life

Every other day I'm wondering
Was it a mistake to try and define
What I'm certain's mad incompetence
These sweet instincts ruin my life

I can't smell well, or tell the time
Not K through 8, nor K dash 9
For human, grossly overqualified

I don't blend in at pet smart
And that truth remains for the Walmart
'Cuz in either case they say to me:
"What the fuck is lost in aisle 3?"

Every other day I'm wondering
What's a human being gotta be like?
What's a way to just be competent?
These sweet instincts ruin my life

Every other day I'm wondering
Was it a mistake to try and define
What I'm certain's mad incompetence
These sweet instincts ruin my life

Just watch me, moving far away
Nobody even knows my name, and
No one suspects that I'm not fine, and
Nobody outs behavioral Frankenstein

Just look at Viktor in LA
And Sid with the Y at U of A
And all the majors at the labels
Rebooting soon as I'm able

Every other day I'm wondering
What's a human being gotta be like?
What's a way to just be competent?
These sweet instincts ruin my life

Every other day I'm wondering
Was it a mistake to try and define
What I'm certain's mad incompetence
These sweet instincts ruin my life

Dadadada daa daa dadadaa
Dadadada daa daa dadadaada
Dadadada daa daa dadadaa
These sweet instincts ruin my life!

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