Rotten Clutches Of Insanity by Ed

People gather in mere confusion,
society commits murder in the weakest of professions,
doth respect your elders son!
do as your told!
respect everyone!
sounds of treason spew out of the human condition,
why waste my time,
why not plant a tree?
why not watch TV?
why not go and party my useless life away?
because the divine respect of reverse thought is upon me.
I shall search the ends of the earth for the cure
to the dying curse of famine and decay,
that plagues us all.