Judge, Jury, Executioner, and Mortician, Doo Doo Monster
Judge, Jury, Executioner, and Mortician
So live like me
I am not vain or materialistic
I live a life of substance
Of deep human inquiry
I refuse to be a statistic
So I hate those who do
What I would never do
And live how I wouldn't live too
That I can't forgive
But maybe they're right
Maybe worship of idols who create
Items more than most find desirable
Is art, and righteous. Whose might
Is built strong and art's fate
Maybe I shouldn't find laughable
How they interpret what they see
How they tend to be
Or what they find comfy
Facts have to be my guide
I am correct!
That manner of living
Fails next to what is natural to me
I don't know what you expect
But your choices and your life are unforgiving
And for all of your trespasses, constantly
You must die!
You know why?
Because your standard of life
Was something that I've decided to be wrong
How satisfying it was
To get rid of you, a free thinker
A revolutionary and rebel
All those ways of living found superflous
Is why humanity whimpers
You didn't think like my mind expels
So I had to bury you
Because how you live isn't true
For the benefit of death's due
You had to be embalmed
Doo Doo Monster
Son, why did you do that?
You might as well have shit on me
You almost destroyed your inheritance
I'll change your diaper faster next time
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