………..Your conscience is equal to that of Pontius Pilate’s, skeletons pile on top of pallets, I would love to hit you on the head with a mallet, cause you purposely didn’t pull the right ballot; you phallic, for your shits and giggles, I can’t allow you to wiggle, nothing about the outcome tickles, my disgust ain’t fickle, to those who love me, the truth I’ll trickle, my approach ain’t coached, and my scope is narrow, panoramic view is zero, so focus is all I have, I see you now without your mask, it’s somehow changed the forecast, and now, I think I should whip your ass.