Like heaps of shit, I see people bullshit,
These are your everyday assholes.
Selfish and corrupt, even their,
Lip services have glaring holes.
But this is the majority, and shitty,
These numbers tell a raw capitalists tale.
Fuck or be fucked, my dear softie,
You're emotions are all on sale.
And then they become prudes and object,
To words that expose their crimes.
They are clever, they control the press,
After all these are wonderful times.
