(NO COPYRIGHT RESTRICTIONS ON THIS CONTENT WHATSOEVER. FULLY PUBLIC DOMAIN) Name the song or poem as you wish, resell it, but please positively influence culture Subject matter | Category 1 -- Abuse of philosophical universalism (making broad claims while intentionally not trying to understand things or see any sides of anything whatsoever, childish behavior worse than a 3 year old, acting retarded) VERSE Don't care about anyone, they have no regard Their behavior is garbage, it should be thrown in a junkyard Telling them the truth sometime, might set them off guard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard They act like a retard They failure is a sight to truly behold, I swear it's avant-garde Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard They don't care about anyone, don't need no bodyguard They are failures, down at the boulevard They don't have decency, they automatically disregard Their neglect is out of this world, I swear it's avant-garde They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard Any novel ideas, they automatically have discarded Violence is second nature to them, their friends they've bombarded Enlightenment values, they have not safeguarded Brittle as possible, they are truly unguarded Any novelty, they have disregarded The clique is so insular, I swear they're retarded CHORUS They are failures, down at the boulevard Their neglect is out of this world, I swear it's avant-garde Overcoming true inertia, unmovingness is hard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard They don't have decency, they automatically disregard They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard They don't have decency, they automatically disregard They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard Dealing with nonexistent scientists is hard Thinking itself resides in their place of circumvention We need change, we need intervention Complete neglect, complete inattention They have no genuine intention Reason itself resides in their territory of circumvention Complete neglect, complete inattention They have no genuine intention We need change, we need intervention VERSE This is not good at all, this is not fun This should be opposed by brave individuals, a special someone They always evade, they always run They don't care about you, they don't care about everyone Soon their tyranny will be over, over and done They don't care about people at all, they don't care about anyone They are completely negligent, they are utterly remiss Ignorance is not happiness, negligence is not bliss This is something you can't comprehend, we can't comprehend this All of this rudeness is something you would not miss They can't do anything right, they only misbehave They act as bad as possible, they don't know how to behave The world is the thing they cannot save Their mind is an oven, just like a microwave The speeches of the past, they only wish to engrave CHORUS They are failures, down at the boulevard Their neglect is out of this world, I swear it's avant-garde Overcoming true inertia, unmovingness is hard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard They don't have decency, they automatically disregard They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard They don't have decency, they automatically disregard They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard Dealing with nonexistent scientists is hard Thinking itself resides in their place of circumvention We need change, we need intervention Complete neglect, complete inattention They have no genuine intention Reason itself resides in their territory of circumvention Complete neglect, complete inattention They have no genuine intention We need change, we need intervention VERSE Towards the realm of insanity they already slid Away from the truth they hid Don't see other sides, talk like a kid Don't have to do with ego or id They don't care about your feelings, they don't regard They don't have decency, they automatically disregard Their neglect is out of this world, I swear it's avant-garde They are failures, down at the boulevard Working don't matter for this, whether day or graveyard With pre-thought of ideas, they automatically assert Avoiding the truth, away they skirt So enamored by their own non sense, to themselves they flirt Quite introverted, not an extrovert ---