Sung to the tune of Tom Sawyer, by Rush
A modern day warrior
Mean, mean, snide
Today's bum lawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
(cuz it's a spider-filled basement)
Cowering back behind his fence
Hiding out the day's events
The quiver
What you say about his company
Is what you say about misogyny
Drop the baseball
Grab the bat
Feed the incels
Kill the cat
The world is, the world is
Shit, and so are you
Now won't someone buy me smokes
Today's bum lawyer, he gets high on you
Doesn't work for good grades, he gets by on you
No, his mind is not for rent
It's only wasted, warped and bent
Always hateful, yet discontent
That he isn't the President
Or Elvis
And what you say about his spooned out slop
Is what you say about his dye-job'd mop
Eat the anger
Drink the wrath
Suck the wisdom
Have a laugh
The world is, the world is
Shit, and so are you
Now won't someone buy me smokes
Exit the warrior, today's bum lawyer
He gets high on you and the misery you trade
And that Nobel Prize is surely on the way
3 comments:
You describe the Jersey Jesus quite well. I'm guessing he grew up in a chaotic home, with copious amounts of yelling and disfunction. I've been unfortunate enough to know families like this. Narcissistic parents that twist and torture their children until they themselves become narcissists. Everything is turned into some kind of battle or power play. Just apes doing what apes do, dominating each other and flinging poo.
"Just apes doing what they do,
dominating each other and flinging poo."
You're a poet! Did you know it? :)
Ha! I realized it a few moments after I hit submit.
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