Proclamation

Your defences are failing You're in disrepute You circled the wagons and shot yourself in the foot You're failing and floundering Looking for rescue It's not paranoia if they are out to get you The plaudits and the admiration Of idiots across the nation Gullibly giving adulation To the object of their veneration Seem your only preoccupation You show no hesitation In exploiting exaltation With a self-serving commendation proclamation The vultures are gathering over your heard They know that you're weak and soon, when you're dead They will descend to pick at your bones Then rise again as a misery of clones Facing mounting accusations Never-ending recriminations Trapped in your own legislation You make an empty proclamation Face it with false indignation Venting all your false frustrations The problem's of your own creation You can't escape this castigation proclamation Public service and abnegation Aren't in your dispensation We all know your reputation For dishonesty and obfuscation Hiding from the castigation Still denying your damnation Here it comes - a false salvation Granting yourself liberation Absolve yourself with a vindication proclamation