Eighteen,
With power fantasies,
Disguised as concern,
And desire to protect and serve,
He’s a violent hypocrite,
So he’ll be a perfect fit,
With the xenophobic hordes of divorcees,
With beer guts and bald heads,
Grin never leaves his face,
Until his fragile ego breaks,
Vanity,
Mixed with mediocrity,
Creates a hateful person,
Who will naturally seek out authority,
You’ve never been,
A victim in your life,
You don’t ask for handouts,
They come to you naturally,
And your sick of all your friends,
Cause they don’t respect you enough,
They don’t see you as the silent maverick,
You do in your head,
I know just what you need,
A lobotomy,
Vanity,
Mixed with mediocrity,
Creates a perfect weapon,
To protect the interests of the wealthy