DEMOCRACY

Democracy, the Fat One cried -
It's ours: you haven't a clue !
We're big, we're the best, your way is all lies,
And only OUR vision is true.

Democracy, the Fat One yelled!
We've worked on it ever so hard !
We're gonna make sure our democracy stays,
So we'll start by controlling the back yard.

First we'll begin by stealing all your gold -
So OUR lifestyle's pleasantly high -
Then we'll manipulate, cheat, and maintain a firm hold
'Til your hope eventually dies.

Then we'll seek power, because you lot are fools,
And not to be trusted with Dreams:
We'll find the depraved, then use them as tools,
And block off our ears to your screams.

Now one day you'll rise, and the Monsters will go,
And this Rebirth will be your new Dawn -
We'll stifle your trade and watch your despair grow
Then undermine you with our scorn.

Oh! The Fat One is best, our Democracy's strong,
We're the Masters, for that is our Fate !
You're way out of line, your Ideas are all wrong,
Let us teach you 'bout misery and hate.

For this is the price that you have to pay
To maintain OUR greatest ideal -
Democracy's easy when done our strange way -
Just trample on others and steal.

July 00