Wasp in the Weeds

The state of the nation
Our affectations
The wasp in the weeds
The stench of our dancing feet
Are these your aspirations
Your declarations
Then why you grinding your teeth
Why you having those nosebleeds

We're old like cassettes
And it sounds like
The tape is wearing thin
This country's possessed
How're we so
Easy to convince
Marie Antoinette
Just saying
Someone pass the cake
We loyal subjects
Done waiting
For them to feel ashamed



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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