Blackboard

The cast died the mold is on your shoulder

Your mind is filled with glitter and gloat

To out-shill them all you’re not just bolder

You thrive as a philandering pope

Tying up your words leaving us

Hanging on every rope

People’s voices heard explaining it

The good that ever did for a joke

Write it on the blackboard

Tell us your secret 

Tell us who keeps it

Say it on the line so

We better receive it

In times you’re deceiving

Live map purée underperforming

The wires they keep coming late

Go to sleep with the door a little open

And dream of a deplorable fate

Flying undeterred believing when

You’re blinded by the engine smoke

With a rule of thirds they’re leaving us

Heedless in a pillowed yoke

Mark it on the blackboard

Tell us your secret 

I swear that we’ll keep it

Lay it on the line so

We better receive it 

To never repeat it

Count me down to sleep man 

To hell with the sheep and

The company keeping them

Mind full of all distractions

In selling what he says

They’re tearing to pieces

In light of our inaction

A swelling unfounded

Can’t tell what the sound is

Chemical infractions

You see their reactions

Compelling in masses

Deny your clever retractions

If anyone cries well

They do it at night now