On your soapbox
Filled with self righteous indignation
Chest blown up
Inflating the ego echoing from your mouthpiece
Kill the messenger
Smite those who disagree
The only one right here is me, me, me.
Wave the gawkers over
Make yourself feel powerful with their proximity
Failing though to hear the laughter they hide
Agree to disagree
Oh no, not here
Only my arguments are valid
To hell with the rest of you.
This soapbox has given me fame
See, they listen now they know my name.
The avarice is recycled through
And now all the lookers on begin to spread apart
Come down from there
your vision is out of line
You may taint the young mind.
Once tainted what will we do?
Living in a world filled one by one
with people just like you...
~DivineChaos
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