A Turkey Disguised As An Eagle
Oh no, here you are putting yourself out there again
I am so sick to death of you and yes I do mean to offend
Another issue with the world and everyone waits for your comment
Please don't give me opinion because I really don't want it
You think everyone is interested in everything you say and do
I have news for you, a few of those people are just humoring you
You are not the smartest person in the room but you sure are the loudest
Winning popualrity contests is when you feel the proudest
Your opinions on all of the worlds problems, isn't making things better
It's just another chance for you to sit on your soapbox and try to sound clever
Silence can be golden but that is a lesson that you never learned
Every time I see you or hear you speak, you get on my last nerve
But these people take your word as the gospel, it is in you that they trust
And we get to hear your brilliant thoughts day after day, lucky, lucky us
If people paid you no mind, maybe you would just go away
But that's not happening anytme soon, so I guess you are here to stay
You are A Turkey Disguised As An Eagle
Good only on the surface but deep down inside so evil
You may have the market cornered but you are not selling me
I am not one of your countless, mindless sheep
From Rhymes With A Reason
Copyright 2018 Resisting Distress Publishing
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Personal criticism of specific individual; some universal commentary on arrogance.
Dense, rapid-fire accusations and complaints; multiple ideas per line throughout.
Intensely negative; contempt, frustration, and hostility dominate throughout.
Explosive, accusatory tone; aggressive repetition and direct attacks sustain high intensity.
Approximately 46 lines; falls in 31-60 line range.
Metaphor (turkey/eagle, soapbox), personification (silence golden), some direct language.
Primarily lyric internal complaint; some dramatic address to subject.
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