Chip On Your Shoulder |
by Jkan |
It was, a big, dis-rispect, Upset my style, It was necessary, to take step, To re-dress, What was a transgress, For i detest, That individual intent, To supress, Freedom of speech, When all that i seek, Was to express, Myself, In the manner, that, I speak, Wholly volatile, Animated maybe, I won't be, Meek, Neither will I, Squeak, If my fore parents bow, I will not, Bruise, My knees, Nor! Will I be, A doormat, Upon which, You wipe, You're feet. |