The president is "Angry & Frustrated". How does it feel asshole? [View All]

[Philosoraptor]

How does it feel to be on yer own, with no direction home, like a complete unknown? Once upon a time you looked so fine and threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

How does it feel asshole, to be angry and frustrated finally, like us? Does it make him a cranky baby? Does it make him lose nappy time? Is it painful when things don't go your way jerkoff?

We feel your pain mr. bush, we feel it all the fucking time, every fucking day.

Anger and frustration is our breakfast and lunch pal, we live with it twenty four seven because of your stupid arrogant ass. Now you get a little taste of it and you go all ballistic. What the fuck do you want anyway? What will it take to make your highness happy again?

Every press conference seems to be the big one, the big meltdown, it gets worse every time, and your petulant fits become more tiresome, like a brat kid throwing tantrums, but this ain't mommy bush's house pal, it's ours.

He could barely hide his contempt for the whole world at yesterday's press conference, its him against the whole sane world, and he is finally figuring out he is not god. It must be very frustrating and angering. Tough shit angry boy, tough shit.

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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Bob Dylan