hey
you
oi!
big guy
number one
the man
oh yes, the man
whydontcha
come over here
take your backpack baggage
of inept attitude with you
and settle your self delusional
sense of superiority
one man majority
I'm waiting
for your self imposed
holier-than-thou
high horse, happy horseshit
witless, pointless boring grit
yes
please
come here
and try your thing
wanking sheer volume
disguised as weight
to impose your hollow helpless
weak and voiceless will
it will be
the last fucking orders
you'll ever bark
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