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Right
I know I’m right
So I’m keepin’ calm
I’ll bide my time
‘Til I drop the bomb
My flamethrower
Is almost charged
Into the room of your thought
I will barge
Why should I get angry,
When I know I’m right?
It’s pure and simple —
Plain as day
As obvious
As the nose on your face
My composure,
I shall maintain
While I stretch you
Across the rack of pain
(chorus)
No point in any of us
Growing upset
Let’s keep up manners
And etiquette
A side of wisdom, please
With that stuffing
You’re beet-red
All huffing and puffing
When did politics
Equal God?
When did we put our uncles
Before the firing squad?
Your Uncle Keith —
He’s always right
Now kiss my face and
Say goodnight
Copyright ©
Keith Dovoric
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