he who's rich is one who steals
driving a metal box on wheels
she who rules all carries a knife
running fingernails down the chalkboard of life
dim the lights to dim the mind
no one left is one of a kind
if insanity is all you can pitch
how can the genie grant your wish?
so, go sit in traffic
and learn mathematics
(so) you can say, "paper or plastic?"
with a smile on your face