Brute Force for Brutus

That was cute boy what a joy you must feel
in reaching out and cutting and stomping your heel
once again on trust, once again stepping into
a place that is not and never will be meant for you.

This is my place but I must ask how long it took
for you to achieve that particular look
that lets you say,"Mirror, mirror on the wall
I think I'm the slickest guy of all."?

So you storm my gate and you curse the closed door
but what are you really looking for?
Was that assault across a digital divide
supposed to give you credibility in my eyes?

You've got to be kidding with the rationalizations
of your somewhat twisted motivations
So let me use brute force to make things clear
You are in no way welcome here.

Would it stroke your ego to see me spend time
sending cuffs for you and your crime?
Forget it, I won't bother, I have moved on
away from your muted versions of right and wrong.

I don't need your heel again, I've seen it already
I don't need you to prove to me you think you're steady
when this latest act of yours proves just one thing:
you have nothing to offer except suffering.