It's a shame the way it had to end
wicked thoughts and tongues that bend
your words hurt, though they're not particular
Commit drive-bys though they're not vehicular
Elevate the data you've associated
Rebuke the message that you've advocated
Sun's falling - Your stalling
Your the best & I'm appalling
Hand down promotions from your Ikea office
When a cog doesn't fit you'd better toss it, toss it
Shout all day about freedom & equality
But when push comes to shove
Those aren't your qualities
Make sure the chosen ones hear your candor
When you speak of the meek it's habitual slander
The truth is you never gave me a chance
I spent a decade trying to advance
But when liberals engender a sense that they're superior
Your speeches on free love are laughably inferior
So call me back when your free of this judgement
My name is mud, and I'll no longer trudge it
Ridiculous sun setting view of societies
Do nothing except to engender your piety
So when I choose to leave you can say I was cut loose
But honestly all I wanted to say was 'fuck you'
Copyright © 2011 Rev. Bob Fiedler
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