Miss Led

I'll never contribute to society,
With these "gifts" you've given me.
They're obscure and confusing,
Myself is all that I'm amusing.
You say, "well yeah that's their fault,
They don't even respect the great Foucault".
But no you are the one who's wrong,
The only one who likes this song.
Singing alone, you sing it for days,
You praise yourself and ignore the ways.
The ways you hurt, the ways you lie,
That lying twinkle in your eye.
Out in the wild, or in the home,
Best by yourself, wherever you roam.