Hey
You
Whatca talkin' about
I can hear you scream
and shout

"You, boy in that fancy bar
Saw you jumping off in
that fancy car"

You
Don't
No, not even a word
You are over the top
and so absurd

"We know about your type
We are stuck believin' all
kinds of hype"

They
Thinking they have all the
Indignation
Them
With a self-centered sense of
Accusation

What
You
Making up stories about me
You don't even know what day it is
Or past half three

"Let's put you in your stamp
You people belong in a
Concentration Camp"

Wow
Stop
What did you just say
Listen to your stupid words
You always thought
this way

"Now that you know, whatca gonna do
Whatca gonna do when we come for you"

Come
See
It's not what you think
Your pathetic world is
finally on the brink

You
Your world narrow and beached
Blind
Hiding your own choices to cover
your behind
Pathetic and base your vision is
contagious
Unfortunately for you, your morals are
Outrageous

Talk
Go
It's cheap and gaudy
Go ahead, pretend it's holy,
everyone knows it's just
Naughty

Bad
Nasty
How many descriptive words
None describes better than
just
A bunch of turds