I hate people that are controling,

They are emitting the act of people hoarding,

So that they can be constantly absorbing,

Of others people’s time, space, living and are constantly disregarding,

Of the people they are bombarding to eventually discarding.

I was in the passenger’s seat of someone else’s car

The driver was being so controlling towards me,

By driving me around,

I was so astound,

And inside the car there was no sound,

At him driving me and controlling me to town,

And I asked him to drive me down.

So I took control of the steering wheel,

The driver didn’t believe this was all happening for real,

I was as determined as steel,

To not be controlled by this ordeal,

And the driver shouted out loud

“I am never giving you a lift ever again because you are being unreal!”

Then I was on a tram,

With mother’s and prams,

Everything was beginning to cram,

I was like damn!

Worst of all the tram driver was controlling us all,

And on tram floor I could see empty crisp packets, chocolates and dolls.

The tram driver was controlling which direction we were all going,

We all had no choice but to be all following,

The tram driver didn’t care that he was being controlling,

and we all had to be swallowing,

The tram drivers way and his say,

and I would even assume bowing.

Then when the tran driver stopped the tram,

And he opened the doors which only he had control over,

He came out of the driver seat,

and this was my chance to take back control,

And then console,

The other people who chose to ride on the tram.

I smashed the tram drivers head

With a weapon in my pocket,

Blood was everywhere and even on the electrical sockets,

Everyone was screaming that I did it,

And I replied “yes it was me and I gave the perfect hit”

To free a bunch of easily controlled tram riders who are unfit,

From a controlling tram driver,

who was controlling where we were going,

And how long we were riding.

Then there was the bus driver,

Where we paid him a fiver,

To be controlling,

With a bus that is always howling,

And always juggling, bumping and people falling,

He was the worst controlling person I had ever seen,

And I wasn’t so keen,

On being controlled by a bus driver any longer.

So when the bus driver got out for a smoke,

At one of the bus stops where he gave off a croak,

We were all waiting for him to finish his break,

So he could go back to controlling us and being all fake,

I got off the bus and stabbed the controlling bus driver,

But the other bus passengers didn’t take,

Too positively of me freeing them of being controlled,

By the bus driver.

I hate people that are controlling.