YOU WILL USE THE OPIUM OF THE PEOPLE
YOU WILL CALL ELO~N THE MEME MAESTRO
YOU WILL DAYDREAM ABOUT WHETHER YOU WILL GET A WINDOW SEAT ON THE MAGIC METAL DICK TO MARTIAN PARADISE
YOU WILL USE THE OPIUM OF THE PEOPLE
YOU WILL CALL ELO~N THE MEME MAESTRO
YOU WILL DAYDREAM ABOUT WHETHER YOU WILL GET A WINDOW SEAT ON THE MAGIC METAL DICK TO MARTIAN PARADISE
Between plague and war and the world on fire
he dusts off the playbook for a failing Empire:
"Hide your dying system's inhumanity
with a brand new, hate-filled, Christianity!"
See, rhyming's easy you arrogant shit
Now do what's right and get in the
When he was an adolescent
Was thrown down stairs, convalescent
Subsequently on the mend
But not enough, I do contend
You could not write a better line
about the heir to a slave mine
Now this is
poetry smoetry 😎