You can’t remember being nasty
But you can remember all the times when people weren’t being nasty to you
As though they were
You deny everything
Even when what you said is on tape
One hundred times you lied
And still refuse to take the blame
We, the people
We, the plebs
Me, the ruler
Me, the dregs
A plague on all your houses
Blindly self-destructing
We are not going to take this any more!
Well, probably we will...
Image by:
Michael Jin
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