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What would it mean to be A bloody son of Mars All veins in the teeth ugly All hateful fights and wars |
Life would be a sandbox Of tit-for-tat squabble "What he's got I ain't got!" Redressed by constant struggle |
Behind all that meanness an infant Who never fully grows up Any fairness forever absent From this alpha male wolf pup |
No one but he deserves a thing What others have must be taken Amongst all others he must be king Even amidst his children |
Driven by anger and Hell fires He fights with sword and shield He gets no relief when he retires How does a warrior exit the field? |
For that means losing position In the strict order of primates Giving of an inch a fraction To all of the people he hates |
If he could have just found a new frequency If only he hadn't been such a fool If only he'd had the decency To have a breakdown so he could retool |
To his demons and ghosts he must now grovel Taxing even his genius for charm Over his life's work they now hold the gavel Only goodheartedness will keep him from harm |
So this towering mental giant Who viewed all others as idiots Must simper and be compliant To those he thought mental midgets |
These most capable creatures Who are also the world's most perverse They missed that losing their features Would turn all the swords in reverse |
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