The Triumph Of The Anti-Christ Poem by Mary Champion

SOCIETY! There's no such thing.
Each man must sink, or learn to swim.
And swimming lessons, naturally,
must all be paid for privately.

Alternatives can't be explored,
all compromise must be ignored.
The lady's not for turning,
though every bridge is burning,
the fiercest flames can't harm my hide
with God and Dennis at my side.

Let the strong exploit the weak.
Only money gets to speak.
Grind the unions into dust,
Only fat cats have our trust.
Such adulation I shall gain -
and Amazon shall bless my name.

Global warming? - had no doubt -
that's what my mission was about,
everything has turned out well,
now planet Earth has gone to Hell.

Rejoice! Rejoice! throughout this land -
see my disciples take command.
Free market monsters are unloosed
as my dark chicks come home to roost.

And now we've crushed the powerless,
it's time to rewrite my address:

Where there is harmony may we bring discord.
Where there is truth, may we bring lies.
Where there is doubt, may we bring dogmatic bigotry.
Where there is hope, may we bring despair.

Didn't I do well?