F.U. Friday: An Ode To Corporate Scumbags-NSFW

It's Friday, which means it is time to blow off some steam and give the work week a big F.U.! Comment with your weekly grievances for a chance to win a copy of the new Falling in Reverse album "The Drug in Me is You." Ok, now that we have all the formalities out of the way, it's time for my F.U. of the week and this week it is dedicated to all the slimy, corporate weasels of the world.

Dear Idiotic, Scumbag Corporate Doucher,

If you feel this F.U. is meant to be directed at you, chances are it is. You bastards think because you have an Rolex Sub, a $1,500 dollar suit and a 3-series Beemer you think you rule the world. This my friend is not the case. You can mess with our Facebooks, you can force feed us sad attempts at music and products, and try to make us play by your rules and regulations, and for the most part, people will eat your sh*t with a grin and ask for more. Some of us, however, will not take your B.S. lying down.

We can fight the system till we can't fight anymore. I, for one, refuse to accept Nickelback as quality music, Olive Garden as real Italian food, or accept your vision of what my life should be. You do NOT know me, anyone from Shreveport, or 90% of the people you are suppose to serve. You guys take easy and often sleazy way out. Instead of actually putting in the time to do your actual job which is check market research to put out the best product possible, you'd rather do a half assed job and go out rubbing elbows with other talentless hacks at some exclusive club, and then lower the boom on the people who make you your money when things fail. If being successful at life means being like you in anyway, shape, or form, I think I'd rather stay a lowlife nobody. Let the sheep play your game and follow you into the machine. For me, I'd rather give you a big, ole F**K YOU!

P.S.,

This song is dedicated to you, assclown. (Don't watch if you're easily offended by the F-Word...and oh yeah, F.U.)