I love that phrase
It's a turn around
Of the outward ways
A new breed of skank
That would make you question your mind
Little weenie weasels
That aren't to hard to find
A yellow slit eyed dipshit
Who's brain is well defined
By psycho babble bullshit
And greed that's fully mined
It's skank stank
And it permeates our society
With a stench that's well defined
Entrenched in society
Usually by a thought superior mind
Diplo-mated by some university
When the actual fact of the matter is
There is no thought to find
It's just a cardboard cut out
Of a soul that sold it's time
