Et tu, Brutes?
A caucus of douche roosters home to roost.
Tagging along is a gaggle of babbling broads
Blonded by the light of the DJ booth.
Clones cloaked in bedsheets will rave
(and be enslaved)
About the sway of the place.
Laced with the most arcane waste
(The long Ca-ca-con).
Content with excrement!
Plagues are awaiting the day they have their way!
(Toasting the coast)
of an in-ternet-ferno!
Vapor in a blaze!
Quivering inamoratas coated in the smoke
Of those burning at both
(Ends of the vo-
tive! To the bone!)
Meanwhile, at the Manor...
(Voting to choke
Those who provoke)
The insistence of desist!
All is fair in Caligulove and war.
Pyrolific orgy, syphillis-ation outbreak!
Omega’s beta tape cracking under the weight of
Vague data obliteration!
Cue the hoofed
Polluting the youthful at the root!
Diluting remaining uses of the truth. (Heating lambs!)
Come get all the fat that you can chew!
Cash fattening mattresses!
Stomping sour grapes to make
Forking the bald salad boss!
(Shiv-alry is never dead!)
Amidst the downfall!
Denizens will be suspended in amber!
Panic and ember will rain down in droves,
Scalding all homes!
Quaking of plates! The stakes, never higher,
Nosedive into vampiric sternums.
Population trapped in torrid reverie!
A blaze of contagious hazes!
An infestation of indifference has us strapped
To the bed we made!
Never alone, but forever on your own.
So, you find yourself in a global home
Inside the winding sights of the cold, cold drones.
And, lo, you never know when you’ll meet Great Caesar’s ghost
Inside the climbing fires of Rome!
(THIS EMPYRE IS TOAST!)
Et tu, moots?
Excuses now proving to be a noose!
Disputes turned to white noise running loose! (Combusting soon)
With the gale force blowback of the truth!