Getting Screwed

We live in times of affluence, the supermarts sell plenty I drive a fat Mercedes Benz require no dementi the money lies out in the street and some of us do get it and even coppers on the beat they pick it up, don't fret it. The politicians tell us gladly that times could not be better but in the back conspire madly to make their holdings fatter. We have convenience foods enough for microwave and grill and nowhere is the going rough we all can get our fill. Thus, I observe that fellow man is smiling, never frowning the paper in our private can shows patterns before drowning and fuel prices going up do not disturb the masses the managers way at the top they wipe their hairy asses with dollar notes and well they should but only use one side they know what's right for us and good so let this be a guide: We are the sheep of this great nation all sheep need frequent dipping in chemicals from potent rations while those in charge keep sipping. The hands that cradle common folk are caring, loving ones they may look like incredi-hulk but do stick to their guns. And guns they have to give to us when they want to make war for all the world it is a plus to teach them evermore that we ourselves are supermasters we love democracy creating new and fresh disasters we're honey from the bee. In any case I'll make this short there is a little matter please do not fret, the last resort concerns the silent patter of innocence from tiny feet that no one seems to hear we'd listen to the seventh fleet those guys do not know fear. Society is what we know they do allow us sex our liberation makes this so but I detect a hex. So blind of eye and deaf of ear and thinking with our crotches we trust in God and drink our beer and some of us drink scotches. Yet it escapes us what this world has turned into of late while no one looked and conscience curled itself right near its mate which is, of course, you guessed it, yes the mother of all troubles and at the root of every mess it does release green bubbles which, don't you know, are envy bits and all these are related, first cousins who go on the Fritz when people are sedated. We are screwed by the doctor, by the butcher and baker, by the spinster-like proctor and the candlestickmaker. We take shit from insurance and from traffic police we don't mind the endurance stand in line for our cheese we are screwed by the teachers and the auto mechanic even harder by preachers but allowing no panic so, it goes without saying that we love to be screwed it is never dismaying we are always subdued. I will not be specific I will leave that to you yes, this world is terrific and the sky? It is blue.