
Foul-Mouthed, Well-Spoken
Updated: Mar 14, 2021
Turn the wheel, to pull the chain
And open up the flood gates.
You underestimate what resonates, beneath the calm refrain. I’ve worked for years to tamp it down
But I’m losing the venire
Your confidence is gaining ground
Front-lit face in a sneer
Take a hard line/ let it box you in
While I can expatiate/ in facts over fiction
Pretend to know the reasons why
I don’t engage in matters of pride
I sit and wait/ I bide my time
But there’s some shit I just cannot let slide.
I’ll never say, I’m always right,
But I research before I opine.
Corporate machines make you repeat,
Indoctrinations of anger and spite.
So self-assured, you recite…
But your arguments are so fucking trite!
Take a hard line, let it box you in.
While I can expatiate, in fact over fiction!
Pretend to know the reasons why,
I don’t engage in matters of pride.
I sit, I wait, I bide my time;
But there’s some shit I just cannot let slide
You don’t know where I’ve been,
you don’t know what I’ve seen.
When I looked inside myself,
I found something obscene…
You don’t want it. You don’t want it.
Don’t prove me wrong, don’t prove me right,
You don’t want it. You don’t want it.