Oh...please let them perform their skits
let the ***** the bile that troubles their beings
insignificantes have to peddle their visibilities
how else can they justify their defunct prowesses

Ply deluded unpower, rabble rouse *******
play the blame game, cowardly pick safe targets
lie and fabricate and use coercive control to rope in mugs
the lame in solidarity, mindless bullies limp in numbers

Yes, we've effected Trading Places on our Target
watch him collapse, suffer and crumble scream lame sadists
he'll soon commit suicide, breakdown and ruined like us
erase him, back to square one, change his life forever we go.

Over twenty-five and counting still and counting still
look at our shameless western agitators, crooks and wastrels
from gutters and underneath stones they crawl and peep
unable to comprehend the failure of asinine experiment

Oh please let them twist and turn and hedge their bets
let them save their grotesque lying faces and wipe off the eggs
why humiliate cowards when they're nonentities inherent
so please let them justify their venting of attrition

so please let them play their game of ruining lives
trading places will relieve their angst and frustrations
uninspired poets now have sources of inspiration to satiate pains
miseries seeks company, delusions are wanton needed escapisms

the jihadists terrorists do their heinous barbaric beheading
homegrown barbaric agitators do death by a thousand cuts
sadists getting their jollies under false pretences while sipping tea
Hurray for Hollywood, hurray comrades, can't wait till we RULE!