Foul-Mouthed, Well-Spoken

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.