You push to the enth spitting out what I gave
Clock starts at eight, ends about five
Your recall's so bad
Cause it's all about you.

Whips in your hand and your 4 inch heels
You batter the meat to help in your feel
Always forgetting what they gave in the past
It's all about you while you crow's nest the mast.

You get thirty gives
To your Eighty five takes.
Yet the gives never seen
Your despair is all fake.

It's all about you as you superimpose
Your delicate mind upon those of brown nose
Push away others while brown will comply
As they live in the realm of your misguided lie~


~Bentlee~