Your Self-Righteousness
Your self righteousness makes
me want to gag,
You’re drumming on my
nerves,
And I don’t think you’re
going to like,
The rhythm I’m coming up
with.
It’s the beat of my fist,
Thumping on your body
It’s the drum of my bat,
Bashing up and down your
back,
It’s the screech of my
wheels,
Running you down.
Get off your cloud,
Before I push you off it
to the ground!
You’re like me,
You’re like her,
You’re like him.
There’s nothing better
about you,
So stop your silly dreams
Don’t piss me off,
Don’t mess with someone’s
who’s a mess.
A woman can be dangerous,
When she’s upset.
And you’re self
righteousness makes me want to gag…
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