Completely agitated,
By the lack of understanding;
That allegedly makes up this place,
Unsincere in their "adult" demeanor,
Liars of federal truth,
Yet their paychecks speak non-fiction,
The mass of delegators, think they can mold me;
A statue that has already been set in stone,
Chiseled in imperfection, raw materials of an impressionist era,
This marking, is the least changeable,
I don't believe in gold, for it belongs to the fools
I be red; like the blood, from Titans, who represent Sparta,
A gladiator, with an olympic tongue;
Even my enemies are shushed to silence,
And so will they, if not by my antics then by my speech;
"Countrymen, lend me your ears, here the stakes I raise"
Take notice of the finger I hold prouldy up towards the sky,
Like a waving flag