Gits

Don’t believe, a word they say.
Don’t believe, a word of it.
Pretend you do, and live their way,
Until you can be done with it.

But if you can’t be done with it,
Take up their pack of lies, and run with it.
Spread them to others you meet.
Become the liar, the charlatan, the cheat.

And when you become the cheat,
Spend all your cheatings, as if they were beatings,
Line up a gauntlet, turn up the heat,
Let their deceitings, speed them to bleating.

Then from each bloody git, take the whole damned bit,
And turn it around, and crush them with it.