Your Ideas Are Bad!

You pander to the comfortable

You reassure the smug

Your pseudo-liberal thinking is a suffocating rug

Your so-called friends are really only allies

In your bitter battle for success

Your supressed, repressed emotions are a

Sticky, sickly mess

Your luke warm fuzzies make my stomach churn

And there's only a tiny flicker

Where an insult used to burn

So feeling good about yourself

Is your most difficult ambition

You're only half way up the shitheap

But still you abuse your position

Your ideas are bad

Your ideas are bad!