Well, Bless My Oil Poem by Mary Champion

I pulled up a chair and turned on the TV -
started watching the news on the BBC
when a very strange feeling crept over me -
like time had reversed back to 1023.
I saw sev'ral people - much brighter than me,
all of them had at least one degree.
And you know what these assholes were talking about
(and I never heard one dare to venture a doubt) .
It was hard to believe they were right in the head
when I heard the peculiar things that they said. -
There's experts they claim, out in Isra'l right now
preparing some oil to anoint the king's brow.
It seems they have access to some magic spell
that makes the stuff sacred and holy as well.
It made me ashamed to be part of a race
that took modern science and laughed in its face.
Such mind-boggling hogwash fills me with despair.
The Enlightenment failed, and we don't have a prayer.