Once upon a time in Agora
Barnum Statement crowned himself King
That Kingdom claimed loud
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!
where we unite
whether to trade or sing or pray
now make way for our well-crafted nearly blind
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?
neither here nor there
Blinders on eyes
Masks on mouths
All hail the Circus crowd!
Who needs crew or crop or tribe
Sign on now, brown cow
Your ass will be assigned
Line up now