The panettone here is poisonous We live in Pleasure Island's circus All the inhabitants are dangerously violent The majority is silent Our currency is Soylent Green The clock keeping time is orange In military it's 19:84 You look ridiculous in your skinny jeans and budget nothing but revolt and riot keep telling the anorexic kid to diet keep denying all the tornadoes you're gonna get tomatoes stop denying freedom from the death squads for lil' Paco but then you're known for grabbing taco I pray they realize Now's the time to mobilize and moralize the nation Because God's on vacation in this administration They've been singing to your children to sin Stealing them for sex taxing your paychecks zapping your brilliance telling you magic is science love is breaking necks You're some guy in charge of my life that I can't dump but I can...
Where conspiracy theories meet feminist theories. (And sometimes there's poems).