Ratings Board
by Jereme Haack
 
An upward limit’s so restricting 
Keep me below your glass ceiling 
Seems the coils ever are constricting 
Ignore my pleas, squash my feeling 

Hateful of those who impose this cap 
I’ll find ways to circumvent 
No more gold laid in your lap 
Your cashcow just up and went 

How you like them apples you prick? 
Your self-decreed mastery wears thin 
Your invective rhetoric makes me sick 
Slit your throat before you speak again 

Loudmouth braggart, pretending to know all 
I’ll laugh while I watch your blood flow 
Jump for joy as it spurts onto the wall 
I’d pay admission for this show 

Video camera for future reference 
That day of all I must remember 
Display your corpse on electric fence 
Of this club you’ll be a dismember 

Your scalp will make a pretty hat 
Like Romans, read the future in your entrails 
If I can dig them out from all your fat 
Fingernails claw leaving trails 

Of this fantasy I do tire 
Leave your eyes where they are 
Slog my career through the mire 
Can’t convince you to make it R 
 

 
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