Cheerleaders

They love y’all and but they despise y’all,
everything asymmetrical’re in a stall,
waiting to wage war in the name of beauty,
dancing to the tune of the ugly

Cheerleaders make their way to the fields
Bores come to burn the prairies
They’re always behind themselves
Bores can’t see their own ghosts

There’s always time to lament
and there’s no time to appreciate
What d’ya want?
Wage your war and ye’r one of them too
What’s yer slant,
are ye one of the scenic hues?

Ye want to be beautiful ye become uglier,
a story to tell if ye’lways wanna defer
The gifted and callous have’s,
succumbing to the revolt of the slaves
The consumer is consumed,
fairytale suicide will have to offend