in your dreams
they are only capable
of seeing opposites

in jealous throes
their despair fages
fighting uselessly

in mediocre minds
ignorance flourishes
the bane of simpletons

in frustrations
they seek solace
making it up as they go along

changing wine into water
sing trailer concrete blues
wishing to trade places
or do serious damage

cause all they have is dreams
to be what they can never be
notable and important
worthy befitting glory
but they come from nothing
and they live in hate
for themselves and their lives
and for this they want others to pay

their stories their sorrows
their emptiness seeking revenge
in their dreams hate is their lover
all they can find comfort with

oh how the crave attention
validate the journey man life
never to really matter
so hate is better
it gives purpose to them
to those revolting plebs