Queen of the Movement

I blanket your shit with a stiff upper lip
Let's get one thing clear
You are not queen of the movement
You repeat offending joys
Surrounding yourself with smoking toys
And denying that you aren't just sitting on your ass
Only rising up to sit your ass over there
And to play with your smoking toys
To offer up your offending joys
Oh, Queen of the movement
Let me pardon myself from your view
Let me take the back stairs out
Lest I run into you
So harsh, ruthless, blind
You know you need a cause but take no time to really ponder
Attack and defense,
When there's only the holding of the gun
Empty and not cocked
Not aimed,
Just looked at, spun around and turned
Pondering, thinking
But you only see the steel
The weapon, useless without its bits
Without its multitude of pieces
And you spring into action
Knock away the useless thing
And pound the face of the wielder
Who may be an asshole
But who only repeated what he grew up knowing
Its the same,
Raised a specific way to the innocent people you claim to protect
Spiteful and stupid,
All of you, oh queen, yes all includes you
Grow up and stop being a fucking idiot.