Sociopaths, every single one
Flag waiving cultists, starting directly at the sun
One shared brain cell, sun bleached to Hell
The same shade of leather, all in Buffette shirts
Mumble mouth npcs babbling platitudes for comfort
Loud mother ******* crying and that and this
911 like a line for customer service
Disgusting greed, staggering hypocrisy
These gargoyles in orthopedic shoes wobble around spreading their toxicity
I hate them, they hate me
That's the way I want it to be
They're special by virtue of existing