Ganglion

Have some candy atop your soda,
plugging them buns with wieners, girl,
yet it don’t really matter if you’re full,
since you still gotta make their quota.

Clash with your mind and emotions,
spit on thousands of years growing,
rise by dropping into being a servant,
fooling yourself caught in their circuit.

You ain’t gonna convince me otherwise,
this brutal madness stops here spreading,
how tight their senseless noose develops,
making one bark, but not honestly believe.

Scary lobster aging outside of his aquarium,
dreaming he was able to flood this planet,
with a feeble claim on ruling our alphabet,
rejected after escaping from their sanitarium.

Whop them posts with your mighty sledge,
a tremendous battalion churning garbage,
menacing little faces preaching their peace,
to create various takes on love for ignorance.

Flick your bleeding nails in a vicious snap,
calm as their boss leading an overwhelming,
trolling them sharks with rockets and bombs,
because someone already won for your race.