Dark intrigues behind the curtain—
Fear will make the chains more certain.
Keep the masses dull and hollow,
Though they’re fools with minds so shallow.

Plenty work for scheming swine—
Plots are "jokes," yet right on time:
Spin them up through viral chatter,
Memes will make them spread and scatter.

Clowns are fools, absurd and broken;
Some are corpses left unspoken—
Senile minds in dim decay,
Others lost in bluer sway.

Evil rises, takes its course,
Culling weaklings at the source.
This is what we breed and cherish—
Shall we thrive, or shall we perish?..