They are spinning in their bunkers
while reciting the gripes of wrath in self limitations
being bolshie forecasters and white oracles in green slime
they know the know of nothing and chorusing from flat *****
a revolution by pumpkins in barracks of unused opportunities
while chasing their tails and spinning yarns in vain all to no avail
snowflakes snowing the wisdom of those without depths in sorrows
mahogany is the priciest, unfazed and worthy of all attention noteworthy
what have you achieved if not parading that many are ignoramuses
that your paymasters are liars
that many does not mean strength or even unity
but merely symbolizes the cowardly minds of fakers
who sing themselves to sleep while cream quietly rises always
while you all spin in a tizzy barring things I do not want or crave
you...are the prisoners of your needs and wants, you are the jailers
in jails
trapped in your mindless freedom, sharing your diseases 'freely'
I am glad to be left out, glad to be my own person, my own counsel