I fly high in the sky,
Always pissed about things.
I see the kakistocracy below,
Where stupids reign as kings.
What a joke I have a stroke,
Just by thought alone.
How can the imbeciles live,
A system of lopsided cone.
Mice are nice I eat thrice,
I am a simple bird.
But again the agony is fierce,
To be ruled by a turd.
How come if they're scum,
You ask they won the race.
Census is a game of thrones,
Use numbers and use mace.
Just bags of feces the people,
If they think like their king.
Silence is golden here,
Even the bees can't steal a sting.
Around the bend no amend,
It's just water down the drain.
Making circles before the hole,
You won't understand my pain.
