When fools are bored they want to play games
Little minds rattling around in hollowed brains
With little ideas fit only for the grate that flames
or just so juvenile it washes down the ***** drains

A coward who is an asinine is looking for fame
The moronic dregs is gripped by internal pains
In hot despair where's the edifying hero to blame
a louse journey is misery in the third class trains

A product of strife and born ingloriously in shame
Unbearable angst that betters ride limousines in rains
Able to attain and retain because dragons they tame
for our fool's soulless paleness begets life in chains



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