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.