A Steel lock and key combination, a door closed off to common sense and reason a wall conjured by unbreakable ignorance

Close-minded imbeciles

 The catalyst to my insanity

The pin to my ticking time bomb

The “9” to my “11” that spells disaster

Closed off by the inexorable process of change because they have become complacent with mediocrity.

Drills pushed through their ear lobes stretching to the other side of their face

Forever blocking sound waves of wisdom

Ignoramuses supporting girl on girl for the purpose of pleasure on the screen

But ready to throw stones when they are seen on the street or in front of a priest ready to sign the dotted lines on the sheet

So what makes me tick?

Just close minded pricks

Break the locks and nuke the cement

Pull out the drills and stitch the wounds

Burns the ignorance and open your ears

And my bomb will lay dormant for a few more years.