He stands in the Choir
With his voice so loud,
Thinks he can sing bass
but he hasn’t a clue,
He sings the tune,
Wouldn’t know a bass note
If it bit him on the bum.
If it’s a song he doesn’t like
He doesn’t sing at all,
That’s when the Choir sounds better!
He only thinks of himself,
No care for others,
So thick skinned
That he cannot be hurt,
But can use his emotion
To pull others down
So they feel sorry for him.
It is all a farce
To make himself accepted,
But most now know
That he is only after something,
Something, anything,
For his own satisfaction.
Has no feeling for the choir,
But needs to fuel his greed,
And prey upon others.