They gave us the right to own treasure
A few of us have rights to that right
We hired CEO’s of benevolence, ready to reward;
When the astronomical clock caressed their feelings
We feared them more than Captain Kidd.
They gave us the right to hate Polaks
A matter of Enlightenment expediency
A big stick man forced the haters to smell coffee
It takes a lot to kill us, but every time we need to fill the cup anew
This trend will be dead when the ticks grow fat.
They gave us the right to a long neck and a pile of sand
We need it to ignore the return of the tyranny of theft
We need it to clog our guts with fireworks-deficient celebration
Every time our dopamine explodes across the horizon of our Ptolemaic cosmos
Post-“let-there-be-light” I can’t tell the stars apart from the sand.