Ignorant and utterly unpuzzled
Strung out, completely diluted
Your commercial suit embarrassingly set in place to boot
Reminds me of Patrick Bateman, Christian Bale, right out of American Psycho
An eye-ache all of its own accord
Minus the chainsaw of course
At least I can only fucking hope
With a rather poisonous underbelly
Ears that soak up all that they hear
People, we really do have no such interest in coming near you ever again
Steer the hell clear
Turning, transforming our beautiful words into what you will only ever deem to be an otherwise slur
You’re the only slew going on here
Swarming about like a most unlikable ignoramus
Perhaps you really ought to choose your own words wisely
There’s no disguising utter fucking inadequacy