There’s a world outside
your average top-notch university:
Where, like too many of us,
some struggle with
PTSD,
The wisdom-pearls untried
being fed ’em by
their best and brightest ones,
such as “trigger warning” written on the guns!
Now there’s a perfect time
to serve the nigh-un-
fathomably averse
to their wannabe professionals
and their future managers,
a time to push off from the table –
as loud as they will,
to bellyache
and it is when we’ve taken all that we can take,
You’ve got to
LET THEM EAT CAKE!
stand up for their rights, and
LET THEM EAT CAKE!
if they can procure invites
to come and hear the way the well-bred riots
(where we’re the ones at steak!)
LET THEM EAT CAKE!!!
We’re here to gratify our urges,
but it encourages the fools
so we’ll complain about their churches
(so we won’t have to give them schools)
and we’ll explain they’re in the lurch ‘cos
of their gaucheness and/or hate
towards the ones we fire, or if abroad, cremate.
‘Cos we don’t care if you draw ‘X’es
through Afghanistan, Iraq,
as long as you don’t talk like Texas
and don’t tell us who to – Frankly,
for their women, it AFFECTS us
telling boyfriends on the make
“you’re all Rudolph Valentino in the Sheikh,”
so we’ll
LET THEM EAT CAKE!
It pours down from the skies (we
LET THEM EAT CAKE)
a bit harder than that Other Guy’s –
which, if they’re gonna be so choked up by, here’s us
ready with a trach –
to LET THEM EAT CAKE!
‘Cos there’s a time to tell the waiters
how uncomfortably we’ve supped –
a time to make the Libertarians
seem STRAIGHTFORWARDLY corrupt –
a time to make the world our playground,
treat you people like the plague:
It’s a little like
we’re Friedrich Hayek
meets Alexander Haig!
So if the Bill of Rights is over –
if our weather’s flood or fry –
and if the Middle East’s a bonfire,
doesn’t mean we’re gonna, doesn’t
mean that all that we can show for
all our fleeing the prosaic,
yes for the old class war,
is our
SPECIES a mistake!
So please
LET THEM EAT CAKE!
Roll out the dessert carts and
LET THEM EAT CAKE!
What you’re all bout to see, is our hearts
Were all that bleeds out to the other parts
So BLUE that you won’t
LET THEM EAT CAKE!
And start paying their respects
(LET THEM EAT CAKE!)
To the science; to the s-
Salably complex
We’d best start getting down our necks,
(Long past due for a break):
LET THEM EAT CAKE, let them eat
LET THEM EAT CAKE,
LET THE MEATCAKE,
LET THEM MEATCAKE!
MEATCAKE!
