My Angry Song
by Johann Kuntz
Why are they bitches? Those of whom I sing.
Why are they bitches? Why are they so mean?
They’re all bitches. They’re all jerks.
They all point out my every flaw,
But who are they to do so
When they’re all bitches?
They’re all jerks.
They’re f***ing bitches.
Somebody told me never to sing.
Somebody told me never to breed!
They’re all bitches. They’re all jerks!
They don’t care for my feelings,
And that is why I think of
Them as bitches and as jerks,
And f***ing bitches.
Yet I can not help but care for them.
Even though they’re bitches
I care for them.
They still do things that are nice,
And balance out their wrongs,
And that is why I love all those bitches,
All those jerks,
Those f***ing bitches.