Words.

Words are the mere ornament of our actions

For words by themselves are just a distraction

I fight for control

For a so called mission

I spew in the heat

Only add further friction

Nothing I say is up for debate

Juvenile arguments

With unnecessary hate

Nothing I say should ever be corrected

Disregarding the world

But expect to be respected

I am an inflated ego

Full of self-admiration

A hypocrite, a phony

A psyche's constipation

I am the slayer of optimism

Yet I pray for "peace"

The devil saw my empty head

And booked it on lease

I block out advice

Yet I offer consultation

Lead an insignificant platoon

Call it a "grand operation"

Take heed from the idiocy

The masters of illusion

Who preach without practice

And live in delusion

Words are the mere ornament of our actions

For words by themselves are just a distraction