You hate when I start venting
About the tantrums that you’ve thrown
I will not treat you gently
Not with the tactics that you’ve shown
Your arguments are empty
And your premises still roam
Your certainty is plenty
On how nothing can be known
Your emotions are so vast
With your sympathies bemoaned
Your contempt for me is masked
With a well-intentioned tone
With your riddles not yet grasped
You claim my mind hasn’t grown
But it’s this mind that will last
When your system is dethroaned
Everyone can disagree
I’ll still stand this ground alone
Try to hide the best in me
My life you will still not own
My word you can take to task
You’ll forever fetch the bone
Though I may be an outcast
You’re still a ****ing drone