February 11, 2016

Inheritance




Anger is an onager,
backfires in your face
a fog that fills your heart and lungs
and makes you lose your place

It seems my son your flight is booked,
but you've just lost your seat
there'll be one another in a while,
so you'll just have to wait

Feel free to use facilities,
enjoy our food and booze
our sandwiches and mini gins,
your purse you will soon lose

Did we mention our scratch cards?
to charity we give
Fuck of Yoda, no you don't,
so please don't take the piss

'cause talk is cheep and so are we,
but our goods are not
but you're now in the lounge my friend,
$o what choice have you got

We'll fuck them on the beaches,
we'll fuck them on the trains
Because our coin is intellect,
and such folk have no brains

Like robots they will serve us,
we built them after-all
Well not us but out distant kin,
so we've got more, is that a sin?

My grandfather, six times removed
he worked hard for his money
I'm ordained by my gods will,
salute my all and sundry

A haughty Queen or haughty King
stands now within your presence
So bow to me for I'm your lord,
and you but just a peasant

And I myself may ne'er even engage,
with one so low as thee
But I'm a pointless boring cunt,
with guided golden glee

All teeth and tits charisma lacks,
but breeding is the key
If you worked hard for fifty years
and seven centuries-

-Your thievery or industry
or what gave you your edge
will now be called your legacy,
to king and god I pledge

I shall live as thou commands
and I shall feel no shame
I swear it is my duty,
to be someone ordained

Be thankful that I'm godly,
and thus shall suffer you
for it's my lot to endure folk
of whom obscure my view

I can't abide their sleeping bags,
their boxes are so rude
I smell their wreak with my poor eyes,
this species is so crude

So poorly made and lazy,
and not one bit like me
I bet they have no family crest
or noble history

I walk in shoes my kin have bought
not like these poorly shod
How can one expect a roof
or even get a job


Just go take a shower please
and adorn self in suit
If I should even look at you,
you'd spring to life and loot-

-Loot my of my hard earned wealth
and rob me of my boots
But they'd be wasted on such filth
so poorly bred no roots

With pride I wear my history,
my lineage so pure
My servants know their place you see
so silent and demure

You could could learn a lot from them
if you could learn your place
Instead of filth you choose to wear
etched on skin and face

But as I mentioned I am godly,
and so you breath my air
I pray that you have been extinguished,
the next time one is near

For riff raff is as riff raff does,
we need no riff raff here
The only wrath that we require
is gods so clean and clear

So smite them lord and save my eyes,
preserve my sense of smell
Please make it quick as one feels sick
so send them all to hell.


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