Why is it that you complain,
Time and Time again,
About the things which have happened,
Which, you make it sound, have caused you pain?

Every time I turn around,
Someone's writing on the ground,
That "X" has happened, or "Y" took place,
Yet No solution do you sound.

Constructive criticism is very good,
But I am really not in the mood,
For pacifist idiots with nothing better to pound,
Than everyone else's "failing"... Please! Spill my blood.

So you don't like what Mr. "B" did,
So you hate what Mr. "A" said,
So you think the hungry should have food,
But your insane, mundane, and callous words hurt my head.

Can't you come up with ideas of your own?
As opposed to picking that same old bone?
So many have bled,
And we are so very much not done.

Come on give it your best,
It won't be to my behest,
But to hear you endlessly moan and groan,
To that I really must protest.

It's your right to speak what you feel,
You can talk about any rotten deal,
But if you can only parrot all the rest...
Then you become just another heel.

Really, speak your mind, give us hopes,
If it was up to you and you held the ropes,
What would you really do... For Real!
You haven't got a clue, You're just another of the dopes...

Self centered, egotistical, by no means do you represent,
The masses, the population, even society's excrement,
You represent yourself, your never had to cope,
With reality like us. That's why he's our president.

So link your links, and repeat the losers you follow,
Let us hear your voices, how they are so hollow,
But once in a while in retrospect, tell us what you meant,
Instead of naming those you resent.

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