Petty tyrants try
To make warriors rage

To step all over you
If you *DARE* disagree
Perish forbid you should have
An opinion all of your own
Instead of being like them.

They deliberately bait and switch
They blur any reasonable set of lines
They babble on incessantly
How they're the holy put upon kind

They attack with innuendo
They slander lie and cheat
They've got a discount on their soul
And its going for dirt cheap

They whine and whinge and moan and groan
They distort and warp the thought
That might lead them to the open
Because they don't want to be caught

It's true they have no faith down deep
They cannot make the leap
They cannot help themselves
They're doomed to remain forever creeps

They're small and twisted up inside
But they can puff up really big
They claim they are the predator
But really they are the pig

Not that they can't slather
Or layer it on real thick
They have just enough intelligence
To know how to be slick

It's the Punk of the Week Award
The slant rant point of view
Going to the one who's got a crock
Full of talk talk talk
But isn't much on follow through