You've been a hangin' round 'ere
With yer allurin' airs
Turned up to 10
Flagrantly appealing
To the disgusting
slime-covered currents
In the evil humans,
Baked in original sin.

Look at you there
With all of you bared,
I knew from the moment
that you entered the room
What exactly it is that
You are.

You are, an insult
To one of our nicer words
(and a collection of our basest),
An assault upon the pillar
of our dictionary

And after raping
That temple of words,
Words whose meaning
is fixed and holy,
You would if you could
Take one of God Almighty's
institutions standing
Since time immemorial,
And tear apart the foundations
on which our society rests.

Though lynching these days
Ain't so PC
as it used to be
(I blame the racists,
personally)
So our preferred course is withheld us,
Nevertheless,

We'll do what we can
to raise Cain
and bluster, bring out the ballots of hate,
(and after the blacks'll take the blame).
We've a well-organised campaign
And we'll pull out resolution
For dealing with your kind

And we'll bring the law down hard
On the back of your skull
And string you up
with the rough rope
Of you expectations,
Of that piece of paper
You thought would advance
Your insidious cause...
You thought would save you.

We gave it you just
to mock.

And you should know that,
There ain't no saving,
Not by the Lord nor,
By the law of man

And we'll save the innocents
From your waltzing in like this
In deliciousness,
In all this salacious
Repulsive allure,

From your owning of the room
In some satanic charisma
Of your glitter.
You won't
Get away
With this.