You self-righteous prick,
You make me sick,
Undeserved finesse,
You think you impress?
Your overbearing traits,
Liege, O' keeper of the gates,
Save your tricks and sleights of mind,
I am still of Roma kind...
Take in this power, vast as the seas,
You've incurred the wrath of this Pisces,
"Don't go red," you said-
"Don't lose your head."
...I'll go blue when I am dead,
Blame the stock from which I'm bred,
You can't hurt me with those eyes,
I've perfected cons and lies!
...I can lie to fool myself,
I can take idols off the shelf,
I can wipe those thoughts away,
I'm not selfish- I'm not gay,
I make memories go gray,
I can make you yesterday...
(I have class tonight, the rage will either be quelled or be fueled- it's their choice)