Impostor Syndrome

Sidney Gish

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    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 eight, nor K dash nine
    For human, grossly underqualified
    For canine, grossly overqualified
    I don't blend in at PetSmart
    And that truth remains for the Walmart
    'Cause in either case, they say to me
    What the fuck is lost in aisle three?

    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

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    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 Victor in LA
    And Syd with the Y at U of A
    And all the majors at the labels
    Rebooting soon as I am 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

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    These sweet instincts ruin my life

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    We hope you enjoyed the flight, now have a nice day

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    Composition: Sidney Gish

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