Faking It
(Thoughts At PM)
Oh, you authoritarian wretch
Who exercises power
I see the way you letch
Until things start turning sour
I notice how you try
To become one of us
We might give you the eye
But then, you're not worth the fuss
You try to make a joke
But we see you with disdain
You don't know how to poke
Unless the cattle prods are the same
You reason with the coward
But you can't reason with me
I'm not afraid of your power
It's something I can't see
You try to tempt me back
But you have no appeal
The only thing I lack
Is the closing deal
You try to tempt me back
But you have no appeal
The only thing I lack
Is the closing deal
But then when I escape
I'll make sure you know
That you're as low as rape
But we are a trio
Fighting off your witchcraft
Breaking up your thoughts
Every time I now laugh
The joke's on you, of course
I only want to beat you
To within an inch of your life
If I could, I'd eat you
But you'd damage me and cause me strife
What's the matter
Are you afraid?
Have you been paid
The agreed sum
By that satanic bum
Who promised you
That you, too
Could be a successful, confident public speaker?