Robbed of what’s right
You certainly have been
Hard to believe
It’s not because of your skin
As corruption and greed
Handed your rival the win
With no case left to plead
You took it on the chin
You deserve better
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Robbed of what’s right
You certainly have been
Hard to believe
It’s not because of your skin
As corruption and greed
Handed your rival the win
With no case left to plead
You took it on the chin
You deserve better
Some find it easier to deify
Rules bestowed from up high
And trust in his miraculous plan
But I feel it wiser
To be your own advisor
Than rely on the thoughts of a man
The more I try to join in
The more it seems
Love is a game
No one taught me
How to play(Originally Posted 01.06.2019)
Let us out
Or lock us in
It doesn’t matter
You’ll never win
For some won’t be told
What to do
You can talk and talk
‘Til your face is blue
But what would help
Is to make a decision
Perhaps then a plan
Would meet less derision
For every day you’re spending
Pissing about like a prick
Lives are needlessly ending
And some don’t give a shit
So come on Boris
Give the public what they want
Just do the job we all pay you for
You fucking fumbling cunt
Punctuation;
is (only) as important,
as you ‘want’ it to be.