A brick wall I have often met
a thousand times and many yet.
A wrecking ball is what I need
to get them to pay any heed.
“Don’t think this and don’t feel that.
I know more than you do, brat.
I may be wrong now, then, and soon
but I’ll always be right, buffoon.
This is what I may believe
but it’s a fact. Don’t like it? Leave.
You’re wrong for thoughts not quite like mine
and if you’re alien, I’ll whine.
Try a million things you hate
you may like one, that’s worth the wait!
Feeling rough? Try breathing slow.
I’m a genius, don’t you know?
Have a fact? It’s just a lie.
All opinions I’ll deny.
I got my masters on the ‘net.
That makes me correct I bet.
You disagree? Well, that’s a trap!
I’ll fill your ears with endless crap!
You will submit or think like me
because not me is misery.”
A brick wall they will spew in short
with little self-aware support.
I wish my tongue came with a ball
to knock the walls of one and all.