System

Well, now,
what have you heard,
when the past placid promises,
are now fast flaccid words.

So ring out and bring,
the hail to the king,
while his fingers faux prose
his shadows will sing.

And the backs of the lower,
is where we will dine,
as we've bred you consumers,
to keep you in line.

And you call us the villains,
and you cry and you whine,
but you'll ruin to those beneath you,
to save a few dimes.

So let's throw into battle,
for left or the right,
accept no shades of grey,
it's black or it's white.

And have no shaking hands,
we'll disband compromise,
claim the middle won't work,
so we must polarize.

So let's shut out the Sun,
and dampen the night,
and slight even ourselves,
to ensure that we're right.

'Cause what's good for the gander,
is great for the goose,
just don't realize you're neither,
or you might find you lose.