I was mad

I was mad

These girls like tyranny too much

I could feel it beneath my skin

These girls like being commander

It is going to their heads

From which they perceive as perfect

They strive to be without flaws

You cannot do what you say

Pious Proud Plentiful

These women are driving me mad

I wear a mask of idiocy

A grand deception I do adorn

The long con keeps playing

With a big loud horn

Schemes of their treachery

All planned

Ring out

Yet I was mad

I was mad

They look down on me

I am sad

For the suffering they must bury

Each night before bed