Greecian Geek

Completely agitated, By the lack of understanding; That allegedly makes up this place, Unsincere in their "adult" demeanor, Liars of federal truth, Yet their paychecks speak non-fiction, The mass of delegators, think they can mold me; A statue that has already been set in stone, Chiseled in imperfection, raw materials of an impressionist era, This marking, is the least changeable, I don't believe in gold, for it belongs to the fools I be red; like the blood, from Titans, who represent Sparta, A gladiator, with an olympic tongue; Even my enemies are shushed to silence, And so will they, if not by my antics then by my speech; "Countrymen, lend me your ears, here the stakes I raise" Take notice of the finger I hold prouldy up towards the sky, Like a waving flag