Beware the endless nightmare:
The groaning of weak men-
Droning on their loud opinions
Then stepping back again.
They'll form their elaborate dinner parties
To talk about the nothing they'll complain and campaign
Yet when all the world's a stage:
They're like cotton candy in the rain.
On the other side there's all action
With no thought for consequence
Those who won by whatever means will win
And pay no recompense.
They've convinced the losers
That losing is always their fault
As they give themselves a raise
And pass responsibility on down.
Then here's me just tired of it all
No one's doing, we're just shouting while a few stand tall
There's a lot of people dropping the ball.
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