Mr. Dickens drew the fog in Bleak House
Where now I stand in musty shadows
I see the millions trudge around as Faust
In a constant haze of rainbow shadows
Spending what was never really theirs
Credit cards; the perpetual Christmas never ever
Drinking 'Reality TV' to gluttonize their daily cares
Replacing sanity with a New American Idol so clever
The business suit zombies of Wall Street's living dead
Invaded a generation as IPOD-texting body snatchers
Replacing honor and integrity with old lies rethread
As the politicians clamor to be the Royal rat-catchers
Oh, the Black Messiah walks across the toxic water
Pools of blood have trickled down a Middle East cross
The oil sheik swears he has become a tragic pauper
as the Third World starves from a Democratic cough
So shield your life; lock up your whoring daughter
Take special care not to feed the mutant mice
As headless sheep gather for the ritual slaughter
Scratch the surface
And you shall awaken the lice!
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