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
deleted by creator
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 😎