driving onward
past the smog
mental pollution
psychological sewage
canned answers
truth dancers
fire eluders
barracudas
The King Fish was the Kingpin
'til a larger fish came and ate him.
Carnivorous, no.
Cannibal, maybe.
Egoist? Sure.
Narcissistic, yeah baby.
You are who you are.
You live what you live.
You dole out judgment
that isn't yours to give.
Who gives you your punishment?
Who metes out your demise?
The talking head can put out
the fire in your eyes.
You are
listless
worthless
waste-less
ill-gotten
ill-spoken
hornet's nest
a winsome wimp
with gluttonous taste.
Everything that's passed you has come to waste.
But your day is coming in great haste.
So, prepare your hearts, and brace your mind.
For the obliterate end of your evil kind.
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