Bang down the gauntlet
and fuck up the noise.
Realize the petulant cumwads
can’t find what life says are joys.
They’ll ratchet their wisdom
down your throat in a second,
betray all that you find worthy,
if you succomb and say fuck it.
Don’t drink from their frothy lips
filled with ignorant lies.
Tell them to get bent and rot
choke on their prevarications and die.
Stroll on through the incessant chatter
of normalized shit and conversational patter,
you’ll burn in bright hues that are special
though you be considered mad as The Hatter.