Moreso,
you were arrogant,
you thought that we all answered you,
that we all served at your pleasure,
and only parts of that were true,
and you needed to earn it,
but you haven't,
and you needed to earn our respect,
and you haven't,
and you were a train wreck,
a kind of train wreck I did not want to rubberneck,
but this is not my pleasure,
this is my personal hell,
watching you laugh,
while you strip away our rights,
and he would come back for us,
from the woods,
from the weeds,
I know he would,
I know he will,
he will not go silently into that good night,
not gently either,
not with this disaster,
and you knew we were coming for you,
you knew,
you liked it,
until you couldn't press a button for us,
and we're there,
we're here now,
for the uprising---
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