Shouting Whispers

Not allowed to drink he's always swinging his fists
You see how his days going by the state of wrists
They say loose lips sink ships but mostly his skin rips
Split ego getting stronger results from his trips
Losing his mind all alone he's grateful for his friends
At the same time he's a cunt, who'd really care if his life ends
Family would be distraught, no doubt about it
But his influence rid from this world there's no doubt about it
They'd be better off
If only we lived twice we'd know how to live
Hopefully take less, share more and give
The grass would be better on our side
No need to look over the fence
Too bad I never studied history