Page One In The Texbook Of Mediocrity Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Tattooed to you,
Branded like a patsy,
While you amble around whistling dixie,
A chorus is singing at his funeral
The plan to rebel went awry,
Eating their own propaganda and disintegrating
In the process of attempting to become extraordinary,
They slipped into page one in the textbook of mediocrity
So instead of chewing on the fat of the land,
One lives six feet beneath it,
Never again to pursue senseless leaps in decision-making