ROT

They gave you a room and a throne and a title
Made you the god of some crappy small something
Now you act just like your shit smells like roses
But in on the secret, you're no fucking king

So judge me not lest you get what I've got
Which is angry and noisy and somewhat insane
Let the stench of your rot, find another to haunt
And I'll keep all my baggage myself just the same

They gave you a pulpit to spew out those words
If words you can call that rhetorical garbage
So you sugar coat threats and feed lunch to the masses
If sight was but clear they would see it's just sewage
I just can't believe all the mess that you leave
In your wake leaving others to scoop up the waste
As if nobody sees from the passing of greed
Just left with a slight bittersweet aftertaste

They gave you the right to decide who should die
The right to let live is not nearly so cool
Now you hover above and make judgements so callous
Can't understand why the can't see the fool that you are......

So judge me not lest you get what I've got
Which is angry and noisy and somewhat insane
Let the stench of your rot, find another to haunt
And I'll keep all my baggage intact just the same

My baggage, your rot

Later-E