Cant
They’re laying down the rules; and don’t you be a drag
Claiming they are not the douche; but are they perhaps the bag?
Does pretension breed contention; and do their restrooms surely smell;
And when they look to see their image; do they see themselves as swell.
The bird it travels in a flock
And the cattle gather too;
In the sea the fish within;
Travel in their schools.
And there along the everglades;
A hunter’s on the prowl.
Hoping for a mate to hear;
The lust within his howl
Is reality connivance; by those who do agree;
And membership’s attainable; if you pay the fee?
Hither comes the rhyming man; Mr. Tidwell Clump;
Ready to step in again; and if you dare him he will jump
Look at us we’re different; we’re the trolls that wear a mask;
And though we sound so pretty now; it’s best that you don’t ask.
Have you noticed imperfections; when reflecting what you do?
It’s the same for everyone; don’t tell me that’s not true.
“And in the master chamber; they gather for the feast;
And they stab it with their steely knives; but they just can’t kill the beast”
Jack and Robert climbed the hill; to build a brand new spot;
Hammers struck and powder burned; and death was all they got.
The employer showed benevolence;
When Christmas came his way;
Will someone show some reverence
For those who try each day.
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