Language makes the fan chew up the air And spit out criminal intent: spell it wright Or fly on the beach to the middle of an island Triangle to sit with your sins and moneys Crawded out of the social contract (invertebrate) Where your spine-on-the-outside private security Contractors make your will into reality and That is just the way the world goes, right? Freedom on the head of a pinhead, repetition On the invisible brand that caves in to every Chemical whim in order to make another ball That will sell to children (mild carcinogen) Such that the island hovel can have its helipad back Did you hear they want to eat you? You don't taste Very good, Mr. Capital, your isms have messed with A digestive track record that leaves a lot to be Conspired, and yet the federal prosecutors are sitting On their hands, waiting for that seven figure lobbying Job that can enhance any good civil service retirement Rule of claw! Civil tribberties! Nonstitutionalism! The blank checkbook ruling caste dislikes the sausage making But charcuteries hard enough to ignore the feudal masses With a little bit of gout pre-prevented by a trip to that Superclinic overfunded by the free market A house plant in the lobby of a mansion Cooperatively owned for ultra high net worth sindividuals And don't ask questions about spelling! This is an autocracy! Your firm will see mind in court, but of course we'll settle On a handshake and a glass of port, thank you and such For coming out and playing this game decided well before our time (Remember, don't hate the player)