I feel bad, but not bad
I can't mourn what never was
I'm not mad, but I'm mad
At the discourse you cause
Cause you seem to find pleasure
In stirring up hate
Ruffling the feathers
While your ego inflates
You'd better enjoy your spotlight
Your fifteen minutes of fame
A premadonna on prom night
Before it all gets reclaimed
Cause the tides, they are turning
Crashing down on your games
All those bridges you're burning
Are now consumed by the flames
And you have run out of options
No more puppets to spare
You've spewed your last toxin
Turns out, nobody cares
About your hateful agenda
Or the wars that you caused
No one will even remember
There will be no applause
So take that rock you've been wielding
And crawl back into your hole
Your methods are unappealing
So I will just pray for your soul
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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