rant i poem

Emilie Autumn

Soulless mindless walking sex-drives
Hearing nothing but their own words
Reverberating inside their heads
So loud they think they fill up the world with their wisdom

Imaginationless prating slaves corrupt with idleness
Looking for a quick laugh arrogant feebleminded wankers
Thinking they?re profound and attractively opinionated brilliance
Skimmed from the back of a book no longer in print two-faced

Whoring lying expletives shaming their profession self-impressed
non-entities taking up space using up air
Fucking up dreams beautyless soulless
Mindless walking sex-drives