****** are the obedient,
The complacent and the simple,
Content to follow in the shadows of giants,
Until they go out unnoticed like a candle already dimmed.

****** are the single minded,
With thoughts which are not their own,
Placing blind faith in their superiors,
Throwing ethics to the wind.

****** are the loyal lapdogs,
Their true feelings masked,
Striving only for a higher rank
They shake your hand with a dagger in the other.

****** are these slaves,
The mindless majority,
Something less than human,
These obstacles to progress.

This must be it,
What broken men drown away in barrooms,
But always comes back the next day,
Gnawing, painful loneliness,
Along with a headache.

I don't blame the men who turn to bars,
If there's no one in your bed to warm you,
At least there's something in the bottle.

Maybe I'm destined to end like them,
Of blackened mood and blackened liver,
It doesn't seem like such a bad prospect tonight,
To drink myself to a stupor while bathed in neon light.