Soulless,
We quenched our dreams with thirst;
bought the heavens,
Waving a country of radio love
As fee,
United under one Internet
Two Chocolate paper ******* announcements
And $6 New York Halal meat.
The mortal man always drinks his sea--
So ask your doctor about Nixon
And lift the verbs off your skirt
For Nemo
who replaced Icarus
And now twerks at synods
With strip club oven oil glued
To his left fin;
The same one God used to bet Satan over the soul of man.