a tribute to the love of a hater's holiday...
Hark I see an ape with bling, damn that monkey on a string
I won't dress up no matter the miles and give in to the corporate styles
Joyful mommies wishing well, hubby's late so go to hell
With my most disdainful grace, get me the fuck right outta this place!
Holy crap their full of mad dashers lot trying to not forget their sot
But in the crashing down the queues shows how little they think on days
If she should know what lo behold, the shine would rub off soon the pretty mold
How the hell did we come to this? Lifting up my leg unlike a "miss priss"
(ha you thought something else huh?)
My sadness grows on every moment lasting through until it passed
I hold my head in somber laughter knowing that they don't have a grasp
On what does matter upon this place, on what is important not frills and lace
They have all forgotten the other weeks here and other times throughout the year
Hark the corps and inc do make a merry boardroom to forsake
They got our money and "cattled" us in with no one to call them out for their sin!
We don't need to be told what to do or when to do it from them to you
We don't need to be led to the slaughterhouse, just take up arms and force them out!
Hark the peasants will rejoice and stave the greed and clear their voice
Hark the peasants will celebrate all the days of the year not just on "V" day!
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