Welcome to the Sindicate Of utter stupidity Where all tactile contact Is inhibited by the puny mind
You are a villain Of these modern times of change In primal times How I would have deranged Your features Like the animal within me Tells me so
To take justice into my own hands Hone it like never before Then plant it Into your ridiculous behind
Then maybe some sense will grow Instead of spewing idle catchphrase When all wisdom hasΒ Β escaped From your old diuretic mind
Then maybe you will see Beyond your need for controversial Lust for simple power Over the sheep you fail to herd
To manipulate the many Your voice must be heard But its pointless tribulation When all around you curd At your arrogance
Now the freshly programmed Atmosphere turns at the smell Of your ***** discussion Riddled with moth *****
Slurring all the ignorance You can muster in one Uninformed, uncontemplated instant Which has roused the warrior So I may slay this fool
Only to stop the cringe of colleagues As they put up with your impertinence How I wish that all intelligence Did not exist for a time
So that all the grime that lies within me Can swallow you whole So you may have a taste of darkness To counteract the light That shines Out Of Your ***
The moment you're in the office doing your job and the village clown (The Mayor) Goes off on one. I stayed silent then but the pen trembles as I lay the anger down.