Rebel, rebel broken and dishevelled
The rolling stone reduced to a pebble
Begging sympathy off the devil
His member swinging at eye level
Hoping he’s not in the mood to revel
Respire in an effort not to expire
Grave waiting, not ready to retire
Trying to convince hells jury I’m no liar
Seeking intervention from up higher
But St. Pete’s throwing more coals on the fire
Farewell, I’ve had enough of the hard sell
Modern politicians basing utopia on Orwell
Like an incel reading vogue gathering intel
Where were you snowflake when society fell?
In my mothers stomach, born to the death knell
