A Failed Plunder

The idiotic musings Of a paranoid fascist I could not hold you Even if I was born to Genetically modified To perfection, you say Perhaps I am mistaken It could not be so My ears cannot listen To such ramblings Without squirting Something doctors collect You offer a gift, or two Your bank is large But this is not a variable My heart is not for sale I have my own possessions Your song is sweet But lethal, toxic This brain could not Be fooled by your tongue There will not be a day Where I would consider Watching such a revolution Take place in my mind For it would no longer Be under my ownership And I do enjoy saying, my