2011/01/23

Tea Bagging - 2011/01/23

There in the corner sits an angry man
Raging at a world he cannot understand
Look at his hat it is pointy and tall
A warning of how he can destroy us all
Yet when his lips move so many listen
Lured in by a fantasy they are missing

Now he is wealthy powerful and paranoid
Yet no amount of money can fill the void
That exists between his over sized ears
Draining his heart and fueling his fears
His ship is being deserted by the rats
For he is the future the petulant brat

He claims inspiration illogically divine
Inventing a conspiracy when all is fine
Always making targets of those powerless
Ignoring what sins he refuses to confess
Is that his voice now calling for peace
Or more poison that never seems to cease

The followers flock from distant places
Many angry people with many angry faces
Telling their own stories quite similar
A violent concoction he has but to stir
That ignorance is what prompts ignition
Of armed uprising and patriotic sedition

Fools on a rope just puppets controlled
By the oppressive masters they extolled
Who sow seeds for their own destruction
By ignoring the risk of the construction
Of this anger that keeps us on our knees
And asking sir may I have another please

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