Make Way

Make way for the despicable young man
Whose inexplicable activities
At last week's seasonal festivities
Seemed strange, but we discerned some sort of plan
In his dispensing with grace or élan
And showing his brutish proclivities
By claiming he was sure to live at ease
Without the rest of his putative clan.

"Let's live alone!" he cried. Let's live our lives
Without these masochists that make us ill
With epic violence, designed to thrill;
We'll raise our glasses and lower our knives,
Discuss each other's children, friends, and wives,
And scour the world for reasons not to kill.