It seems that I’m a dinosaur
with spiky tail and drooling gnash,
I thought that life was meant for more
than marketing and swiping cash.
It seems that I’m a lunatic
in need of a lobotomy,
I thought a nation’s worth grew thick
through more than its economy.
It seems that I’m an imbecile
who ought to wise up markedly,
I thought a nation’s job, for real,
was sowing social harmony,
when all is booty, all is pelf,
all is each dog for himself.
