Land Of Milk And Money 2012 Ad Poem by Alistair Graham

The ruler of the land and the high priest simultaneously sucked on
the breasts of Mother Mammon. With eyes of twitch they turned in
turn to advise the masses while sour milk poured through the teeth of
their open mouthed smiles as they spoke.

They proclaimed that the people would suffer great with burns and
boils and gnashing of teeth and that wild hunger would be wrought
upon them in this life and an eternal molten pit rained on by fire and
brimstone and flesh eating worms would be their inheritance in the
next life should they choose not to obey their commands.

The high priest and the ruler of the land knew with authority that
what they gave out was a babbling of their own imaginations from
heads thoroughly drunk on the supply from the dripping breasts of
Mother Mammon.

There were a few in the land who took it upon themselves to set their
hand on trinkets and other temporal pieces that had been manufactured
on the orders of Mother Mammon. The trinkets and temporal
idols were collected and brought to the people. "Look, " they said, "we
can also gather and lay claim to that which our hand has not
produced."

A mighty thunder rose up and ripped through the night. Mother
Mammon had ordered its suckling to send Knights on horseback
with orders to break the lintels of every door, spilling blood to recover
the idols.

The leaders were ordered to make new laws that would lock up the
people for longer than ever before, as an example to others. The good
people of the land were dragged from their homes and from the steps
of the temple while the high priest and the ruler of the land, hiding
behind tempered doors, watched on while counting pieces of silver.