Taco's Tirade

Look at them! It's so pathetic
How they run to fetch their sticks
Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic
At least I know other tricks!

Look at me and all you'll see is the debris of some defective outcast
A frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast
But I won't live in the past (I almost won this game once, you know?)

But, history is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory
So reality is changed in the edit when they spin the story
And we choose to feel this pain
And we lose more than we gain

But I will break this cycle of mistakes, unlike all
Of these snakes whom I call to condemn
If I can't win the prize, I'll play this last reprisal
Just to bring their lies all to an end!

(Ack!)
(You need regeneration)
(Unfortunately, I don't have much faith in that process)
(Of course not)
(Why of course not?)
(You believe yourself to be incapable of starting over in more ways than one)
(I do not know who you lost, but is it not possible to get them back?)

'Clear the slate, start again'
Are you hearing how preposterous that sounds?
How do you not comprehend that for someone with my monstrous background
The whole slate has fallen apart! (that is not true)

There are other ways to
It's too late!
It's not too late
For me to restart

But it's not I, it's they
Let us talk about it-
Who deign to play this game
When your head is not so clouded
So cruel and inhumane
You're no menace, how
Base and uncouth
Did they hurt you?
Please think this through

I think they're too afraid to
Feeling double-crossed is part of
Bear the bed they've made
Dealing with a loss-
Can't bring themselves to face the awful
Yes, but the healing is a process, that's the
Truth

So I'm turning up the heat to 'sauté', I've a beef to get grilled
But I fully guarantee that today all the beans that get spilled
Won't be mine, no I'm fine

(Shh!)

Now it's time