They think I’m obtuseThey all ridiculeA rock for a homeDenotes me a fool
I radiate joyAnd they give me strifeA smiling faceA meaningless life
“LUNCHTIME,” shouts a bureaucrat into a glorified bullhorn, and the masses come rushing — racing for their morsels.
“Oh thank God almighty! Thank God, oh yes! My brethren, today they serve pizza and mashed potatoes!”