Lost amongst those moves...
Why would he even want to sing
Words he stole from my teenage self?
This is a sad sad state,
To watch the peacocks strut,
Cringing at their electric screeches.
They burn my ears.
No matter what that trio says
We all know who it truly is.
Their lies a facet of negotiations
Held behind fake wooden doors
Which we weren't supposed to see.
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