With stinky feet you came;
And, raised a rude panic,
Indulging in your caprices, started a dirty game,
Shallow is your heart and words arsenic.
‘Mine is the throne,’ you announce, ‘alpha now I am’
Soaking yourself in what is nothing but a sham.
What have you to offer, anything new?
Why Mr. Alpha, did your anxiety grew?
New is the word you resent,
‘Can’ you know not; just familiar with the ‘cant’
Your service a business, stinky pair of socks;
How ignorant! Such an orthodox box.
Education builds bridge, but you craft fence;
Universe knows this you have got no substance.
Who is not after a good life? You energy vampire;
May the sun set soon on your prejudicial empire.
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