In the dept of rancid animus
gripped in malice and madness
drunk on envy and jealousy wounded
they decided to construct a zig-zag road
on a straight Highway with no bends or corners
and in grand ignorance showcasing macabre indulgences
they said it was all to do with figuring out what a straight route is
sadly they lack the lucidity to realize they had lost the plot way back
and the watchers could see they are lame with all kinds of deformities
in ivory grandiosity they are social engineers with neon-power, hey!
also they're psychologists with degrees in Psychology for Retards
as well as being mind-readers  and avid seed planters to boot
aroused our dastardly Alchemists can make black blacker
and twist better than Chubby Checker in his hey days
they will take foregone conclusions and make drama
and say in odious stupidity this is power to people
even become Cupid saying strangers are lovers
magical thinking and herd mentality here
all fundamentals in this game of fools
they anchor here and trigger there
all incomprehensible you know
in obvious flair they do forget
they are raving psychotics
and the sane do not see
with their sick eyes
and knew them
from day one
aberrations
in white
rags