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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