Words Fallen on Def-er Ears

Blasphemy indeed

I decree your little rant made my ears bleed

Your ass must have a sense of greed

Seems to want my foot like a need

Slump back into your museum

Creativity’s mausoleum

Don’t waste our time with your ranting hokum

Or tone it down for the sake of our eardrums

You dare make mockery

Your speech lacks soul provoking poetry

Heart blinded to the light for thy

Find that first before you step to me

This was merely a warning shot

Don’t attempt to further your plot

Unless you have forgot

Savages love to leave the weak to rot