Dance Of The Sugar Plum Elite Poem by Alfred Barna

The entire World is Crispy Crème
So many desperate serfs need our vaccine
GMO's are planted within your mind
Make you sick and make you blind
We need to control every single seed
To insure you won't grow an evil weed
Aspartame and sucralose will drive you mad
But that's ok; SSRI's will take you all to Glad
Except for the occasional ideation of a leap to nowhere
You never go where; we don't want you to go there
We have the Corporate News to make it go away
That is how we play the games we like to play
Now say, vote for the dope we tell you too
Or we'll make you mad and make you blue
You are too dumb to realize we rule the show
We only want you to learn, what we want you to know
Two plus two has always equaled five
Play along you can stay alive
If you are too intelligent to speak out loud it is four
We'll come a knocking at your door
You keep yourselves arguing about the left and right
We are your saviors you just have to see the light
You can't solve your problems of your mess
So we promise you the world, and give you less
Once you wake up to our grandest scam
We'll have it all, so we don't give a damn