• With the fake alacrity i pretend to be happy. So the world will leave me alone. When i finally alleviate my falsehood, i reveal the hatred that's been bottled up for so long. I will stand up to the world, I will not be undermined. My powerful rage cannot be held back anymore, this rage will never end. Let me elucidate...you cannot control my freedom or my rights, you cannot tell me what to do. I will never conform to your stupid ideas. I'll never step in line, I'll never become this ball of sunshine that requires me or those around me to pretend that this world is perfect, that we have nothing better to do than to celebrate a president who drags us deeper into debt and thinks we should all live in nondescript bliss. Your phlegmatic brain won't be able to comprehend my bellicose rescind. As I whet me scythe to end this madness, to let this lolling economy die. Your fake vivacious, magnanimous means nothing to me. Of course we're at dissonant ends, at a sharp antithesis and you know i'll beat you down.