It’s Unavoidable
The brainwashed masses
from upper classes
can’t help but be asses,
drinking from glasses
made of fine crystal ashes
buying waterfront houses
with money from spouses
made rich in clubhouses
who won’t share outhouses
but frequent whorehouses
how far must you fall
how far will you crawl
how much will you bawl
who will you call
to avoid death’s pale caul?
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