Anarchy Of The Fab Five (Queens Of The Worms)

Poem By Justin Gildow

Hierarchy
Anarchy
Ruling with an iron fist
Or a pom-pom in this case
You 5 claim to be invincible
But I know so much better

You all may have christened yourselves as the Fab Five
And you may rule wherever you all want to go
Or do whatever you all want
Causing anarchy here and there
But you're all to me
Queens of the worms

Queens of the worms
You're surely comfortable
And I'm like a fly on the wall
But more precisely, hanging down from the ceiling
Looking down on you 5

With the way you 5 are
I'd like to penetrate your cold hearts
And really see what you all are feeling

Queens of the worms
You've got your followers
You've got your servants
You've got the lowly ones under your thumbs as well

Enjoy the top while you all can
The fall is surely coming for you five
Queens of the worms
You're all doing what you all can to keep your code in effect
But somehow to me
What you 5 try to do to me
Doesn't work
Doesn't faze me at all
Pack your things and get ready
Your time's up
Your fall from grace is anticipating and been waiting

After all of your terror
I feel, however
That your legend will live on
Ever after your time has passed
And you've all become jaded and faded

Somehow, you'll be remembered
Remembered for your anarchy as the Fab Five

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