What To Do, Sir.?

Yeah, I mean, what can I do?
When is it to be everyday -
there must be something to say?

Your faux intelligence, and
your lips and lies you share threw your faces.
All about all this and all that,
bull shit story's, bars, and imaginary places.

So easy to see, so much so,
the deaf and hard hearing can hear you.
Hey, I did, and I'm both and I know -
Mama asked you not to.

That's what I said and what I say. You and
your drunken ass, shown clearly the fool,
that you are very quite able to use and bend
to create walls to alienate Kin Folk from you.

You made it easy for me to remain quiet,
to remain silent, and watch as you sat there...

...and sat there with ants in your pants. You wondered
what was it I would say - what was it I was to do.
All lights on you good fellow. What to do, Sir.?
I'm uncomfortable with your negativity. With you.

You considered whether I was going to say shit,
you knew that you've said too much. Said too much
to me. Have you said enough to her?

Enough to me?

You keep playing the fool and we'll
see whose the most foolish here.
Sir., I assure you I will be asking
you to kiss my ass and then off to hell.