Forty Feet of Henchmen

They stomp the ground They curse out loud They wear knickers Old fashioned style They tend horses When money forces Them into a productive endeavour Ask them if they enjoy this, They'd say, "Oh my God, Never!!!" These foul souls pollute the world They and their secretive society, Seems the only time they appear human, Is when they've lost their sobriety They're the hemorrhoids of the human race, Abusers, users, accusers, They fulfill no useful role And if it was up to them, You'd be six feet inside the hole Henchman, henchman, Where are your golden words? Henchmen, henchmen... Your "truth" naught but turds You stand twenty deep, So forty feet you do keep Time you left this peaceful valley Or our forces we will rally, And smite you to the ground, While hearing your pleading sound, So leave, and leave right now, Or your end, by God, we vow!!