long before my lies arrive,
old white guys
cast stones
and hide
silly suff'ring,
croc o' tears,
live donor lives
avoiding fear
hedgers, robbers,
thieves, dictators
torture, making
us fictitious
money's not food!
who ARE these guys?
playing the odds,
shame their own gods
far from Madden,
crowds' warped eyes
vamp the fruit,
glam us, the rinds
outnumbered,
enforced conspiracy,
each year's a fee
for a rough-cut democracy
