The Beginning

Since I like to share, here something I wrote a few months ago. Enjoy, but don't copy it.

For Those of No Talent

For those of no talent, please listen to me

You’re behind in the times and are so with glee

Your meandering hearts doth bog down my sole

As you wander the Earth without purpose or goal

So I stand up-above you, with my head held high

To lay down a judgment on those I despise

It is you fools who critic and try to bring down

Those worthy of both a king’s ransom and crown

The pain that you cause and wars that you wage

Do little to calm either the hurt or the rage

So you all will be punished and punished quite strong

To amend for your nonsense and make-up for your wrongs

You will all wear cloth chains ‘round your necks like a noose

As you pay obscene taxes and have houses to lose

You must go to work daily and keep petty stocks

With your lives all an illusion, from your heads to your socks

As you all age and retire, you will think you’re secure

With your IRA savings, investments, and pensions for sure

I will take those away, with corruption galore

And your pensions will be spent to fund my great war

Your sons and your daughters together will bleed

As I sit on my throne and your beg on your knees

It will end in my favor, but with such little cost

As those who “can do” will survive and those who “can’t” will be lost

(This goes out to those who feel like whipping boys or are made to think they are no-talent slobs. Whether or not you feel there is someone who thinks like this about you and those like you, you still get up and start your day. You live out your lives no matter the hardship. You just don’t give up. This is what makes us strong. This is our talent. Whether you are a minority, an outcast, a con, or a hack, give the “man” a big finger, and never look back.)

Rebuttal

Oh you mighty kings, who look down onto me

Forget that I’m strong and that my will is free

You can take all my money, my house, and my life

But you can’t take from me that which is my birthright

I am who I am, whatever made me this way

I don’t need to feel small or be wrought with dismay

As you sit on your thrones and throw spit on my blood

You belittle yourselves to much less than a bug

Because you are the few, who think what you made

Is stable and kosher as long as I’m paid

Yet if you take away my life, I’ll surely want yours

Now is that a price you think you can afford

For we are the many and you are the few

And we live by our culture much more than you do

We do not need your toys, your gold plating, or flack

We just want your power, and your head on a rack

You must think we are different, but we are really the same

We just started elsewhere on Earth’s little game

You say you have talent, but my friend you have not

All you have is an ego, and of that quite a lot

You are not really better and you’ll deny this, I know

But it is the masses of me who must run this show

Your position is nothing without people like me

You are just like a puppet; it is you who’s not free

So tell me no-talent son-of-a-bitch

Whose soul did you sell to keep you quite rich

Was it mine or my father’s, no, it was certainly yours

As you made bold decisions behind those closed doors

Yet, the war, I don’t like it, and I will protest

And until I get my way, I will never rest

I will sue and persuade, and remove all your friends

With scandal clad hearings and a song in the end

The song you’ll be singing will be clouded with tears

As the big bad old boogeyman brings out your fears

Yet I don’t need to kill, no that will be too soft

The feeling that we’re equal, is much more is it not

As for those you said “can’t,” we most certainly did and still do

We are more than just equal, we’re better than you