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CEO
You're such a classy second act
Sit upon your throne, my mighty
And be as if you've always been
Reign concrete upon the wire
Smelt it all to the ends of us
Bring the pain through paradigms
And finish it before your children can.
Legions fall to the waxing on
Forced to weigh themselves along
Lifting fortunes and tipping wage
While ruin's roots will carry on
And be, through being, to define yourself then
To distinction and junction, your front line's rear end
Nothing and no one can hope to extend
A hand, of warmth, and witless pretense
Your blitzkriegs and air strikes fall a bit short
The leaches, delusions, the shell shock in tote
Evacuate in time and insist it's too late
To salvage the bulk from what we create
Say that one word
Reinforce and remind
Push forth the retort
And refuse to define
Believe in your sense
Disregard the misuse
Make your demands
And ignore the issue
And in the decline you'll be set and prepared
To fly to the islands with the world which you've shared
Set upon life and without a thought saved
You'll be beach ridden filth without guilt to deprave.
