I write the words within my mind
That serve some purpose that it finds
Anger fills it to the brink
When people speak before they think

Those conclusions in your head
Of what the writing really said
Force my soul to pick a fight
For who gave you that ****ing right

Interpretations my sedations
Need to find some inner patience
Interpretations are conclusions
Those are simply your illusions

Read the things my mind can think
Or wash them down the ****ing sink
I can't excuse that bigot’s cause
For it deserves not one applause

Bigots they will anger me
For all of their stupidity
Bigots are just space in time
That simply ****ing wastes your mind

Simple words from ****ing turds
All gathered in some kind of herd
Force my mind to hear the third
While anger morphs right into curds

I'll dig my feet right in the ground
And burns those bridges all around
While anger bleeds out on the land
To feed me while I make a stand

Bigots are a ****ing strife
That should be cut out with a knife
A cancer morphed into those words
That never should be ****ing heard

Interpretations my sedations
Need to find some inner patience
Interpretations are conclusions
Those are simply your illusions

You may not like it or invite it
This different me that’s here to stay
The past is dead in future’s way
And I for one will have my say

Take those illusions and conclusions
And check them at the ****ing gate
For all the bridges to my doorway
With be burnt with all such hate

I second that emotion.