This time you had me going
A makeshift bright idea
Arguably the most infectious thought to ever fear
Cloning the sheep and their lambs
Honing the glitz and the glam
Make sure that I don't retreat to common ground
Look out for my best interests, mine are goal-bound
I am my own predecessor
A built-in vile attraction
Suffocating new youth minds
Pencil in the desires and hope they don't question their finds
Scatter! It's a trap for the weak!
Is it ambivalence you seek?