Class Act
6/27/22
They move in packs
A bunch of gnats and rats
Too much crap and cap
All across the map
It's happened to Jill and to Jack
Endlessly people yap and chat
Obsessed with apps and fraps
There is dangers all around be ready to react fast
I'm having an epiphany this is not a flash back
F*** all these ass cracks
They pull all these bad traps
While wearing a black hat
Yet it causes others to snap at
Many driving a hand axe
Into another lady's or man's back
Greedy ball sacks
Still controlling what is price slashed or taxed
Speaking facts on wax
Eventually it may turn similar to Mad Max
In certain area you'll need a gas mask
What's left carried inside a knapsack
The only trace was a faint trail of cat tracks
From a rock the windshield glass cracked
Life was always up and down like Nasdaq
People often arrogant quick to have the last laugh
So pathetic and ready to rat pack
If I want to, I'll show you a class act
Get away if you flip sides like a flap jack
Don't try to sandbag
B****you better bag back
Before you wind up inside a trash bag
No evidence, on your brass plaque
Or the hat rack
It's so sad that
It's Halloween and a black cat
Crossed my path, I got to seize opportunity not just pass pass
Too many treating life like it's another lab rat
What the good does it do always being a jackass?
The same can be said for doing it half-ass
Come on, do I really need to ask that?
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2022
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