Lameass

I'm sick of all the lame
Asses
They suck this town dry, with masses
Of mediocrity, they're so happy to be
Lame

I'm sick of all the stock
Phrases
They mutter amazed, repeating aimless
There's never a friend in them
There's never an end to them

They're not
Bad people
But it's as if they
Do not have a brain

I like it or I don't
I'm gonna build myself a moat
You know my head would surely float

I'm sick of all the lame
Asses
They suck this town dry, with masses
Of mediocrity, they're so happy to be

Copyright William Echard