Our land is dandy
But unfortunately
We have to share it
With these f*cking oinkers
These private swine
Disguised
As do-gooders
So we'll fly
Through coiled vines
With ineffable
Complexity
In search
Of escape
And I want out
Right f*cking now
I want out
Terracotta cunts
Gather
And proliferate
Leap between
Molly-coddled narcissism
And severe criticism
Diminishing pride
Of this corporeal, bodily plane
Your traditional values are self-defeating
Long has vanquished the emphasis on the individual
Here
The laughably bizarre
Can feel dignified
Assuming their wit
Is strong and intact
Applauding oddities