Lord Bugg

I’ve become him, that man

I’ve become bitter, no fan

of people, still air

For where I still care

Dust has settled

Where others meddled

Devestation from mediations

Divination from meditation

Trying to take in

The poison baked in

The bull they’ve served me

The world’s unnerved me

I don’t want your Amway

Or to hear what you have to say

To hell with your good word

I know the gospel, I’ve heard

I don’t follow the herd

I’m a studious nerd

So I’m well informed

So I’ll never conform

My lines are drawn

Now, get off my lawn