Once upon a time in Agora
Barnum Statement crowned himself King
Free Trade!
That Kingdom claimed loud
obviously proud
Bring your goods your crops your crafts
Gather round the Sacred Ground
where Business is magically no longer a dirty word
Communists though they cried!
Sacred Ground
where we unite
whether to trade or sing or pray
now make way for our well-crafted nearly blind
Guilded Age
Where to steal or piss
whether grafted gifted or grifted
Where all your Sacred Cows
Now browse with great Satanic Masters
Insisting every facet bow
But,
How, now?
No evil
neither
here nor there
Blinders on eyes
Masks on mouths
Muffled ears
Shame-filled tears
All hail the Circus crowd!
Who needs crew or crop or tribe
Sign on now, brown cow
Your ass will be assigned
No doubt
Don’t hesitate
Line up now
