“To be second to the best
Ain’t a place in which to rest
If you are so lazy just give up!
No point in going through the lap”
Slap slap slapping
Fist made of bronze
Filled up the list
No pros just cons
“An ugly duckling will never dance
On the same pond as the swans”
Consumed by greed
You feed
You are soil for hatred’s seed!
The deed, they did
Changing quo
Pro little quid
Cause you noticed as a kid
A kid that almost every feeling hid
You’ve got rid with mild success
Of all the things that caused you stress
Just by pouring gasoline
Every time you had a dream
Over bed, pillow and sheets
And letting it spill on to the streets
“I’ll be bigger, huge, supreme
Of the cake I’ll be the cream
And I won’t care if you so scream
More than light I’ll be a beam
Oh I’ll never be unseen
Will take up every single screen
I’ll hold the sickness and the vaccine
I’ll be the best perfect machine”
They the plounders of what you need
Linen, silver, gold and fire
“I would pluck your strands of hair
Out like weed cause weeds desire”
…
Now a reaper, oh so blind
Took a job that was unkind
Behind those things your mind proyected
Was a little kid neglected
One who grew up unprotected
And as a child became infected
Always feeling as if rejected
From the inside
A darkness grew
Digesting lies like bits of truths
And when it came the time to notice
To pay the toll of skewed semiosis
You where all covered in gloom
And I could never get to you
