Shovel another pile of shit on our plates and watch us eat our fill. The unwashed massed laugh and cheer and dance. Put on the costume. Learn your lines. Join your hands. Act in tandem. Put on the costume. Learn your lines. Nothing new. Unchanging. Uniform. Endless repetition. So mindless. So boring. So colorless. So pedestrian. It would be unfair, it just wouldn't be true, to call you another cog in some machine--because then you have some use. And you're worthless.