Those armchair critics, watch them judge
‘Bout so much stuff they hold a grudge
Like who said this and why there’s that
They’ve picked a side to every spat
And yet what wisdom do they offer?
No expertise in views they proffer
They’re simply sure of what they know
(Which ain’t a lot, and man, it shows!)
An echo chamber of such crap
And all with bowl of chips in lap
They wield a mean TV remote
And yet I wonder, do they vote?
To them, the same, all politicians
They all just praise their lame positions
They think they’re better, but they’re not
Of smarts, they haven’t got a lot
They’d drain the swamp and fix the system?
Make everyone shut up and listen
They think they’re only proud truth-seekers?
Yet only lies come through their speakers
Going nowhere, are their thoughts
Of thinking world’s gone straight to pot
With drink in hand and loud complaints
Expressing rage without restraint
They bring no change that’s any good
I’m not sure they would if they could
It’s easier to smear and sprawl
As King of Nothing Much At All…