Autocratic

We understand why they must dance and sing,
thrusting inside and against what is attractive,
to provide a meaningful substance for easy love,
always trying to catch their emotions by surprise.

Been everywhere within those constant cycles,
learning from their repeat static performances,
when boasts out of enemies are finally laughable,
instead of falling either way before it’s realized.

Crash the tube and their jokes trapped as well,
leaving this club for those locked in its rhythm,
on to a long walk home alone for some thought,
rejected by these brave panic-stricken robots.

It’s thoroughly planned in many others’ hands,
you can merely watch while their rapids course,
beating on these self-described walls of numbness,
for the scary hiding behind their claimed honesty.

Their stations are then shut down in response,
fuel sprayed over the track and set quickly alight,
containing this disease along with its dire victims,
forgiveness is for somebody else far weaker now.

Obviously nothing is taken in small measures,
I’ll use your arms to embellish this party above,
and that frightening head as our warning device,
greeting every guest placing their keys in your jaw.