There once was a land
Surrounded by sand,
And beyond that sea
Where speech was free
And easy
They plastered it to their walls
And gave thunderous applause
You can say anything you want
They chanted it like a taunt
Like and share
They did without a care
But some things were impolite
It simply was not right
To ever argue
Yes, that was the one thing you
Must never, ever, ever, never do
It embarrassed those who cared
It made them weep and feel scared
It was inappropriate
And downright inordinate
To barge onto someone’s wall
And tell them all
That they’re wrong
Oh, what a scandalous act
To act so strong
And deny another’s fact
Everyone was entitled to their opinion
And that meant displaying without question
They couldn’t talk about it in the street
They couldn’t talk about it in a bus seat
Nor at the dinner table
Pray, good lord, no one be that unstable
They couldn’t talk about it in the car
Couldn’t talk about it near or far
No, it was only listen, like, and share
That’s how you show you care
You could watch it on the tele
While snacking on peanut butter and jelly
But you couldn’t ever argue it with another
Lest you worry your mother
And behind the scene
Boosting the meme
Lay the agents of nations
Manufacturing the creations
That the peasants all liked and shared
To show that they cared
and no one dared
To ever contradict
And so they fell into little circles
Puddles full of turtles
Hiding in shells
Of the same stories and tells
Each believing its own version of fact
And never bothering to interact
With those outside
And the agents who confided
The flow of data to each pond
Did so in a measured abscond
So that by the time election came round
They’d designed its results to not confound
This group programmed to vote for him
That group programmed to vote for them
And then these will vote for her
And in the end this will occur
And at long last
Many years passed
And the rich, who paid the agents
Grew richer ever since
There was an old legend
Among the ancient leftists of old
A prophecy had been foretold
that when the poor had nothing left but starvation,
They would eat the rich of every nation
But as the day of reckoning came true,
It turned out something else was on the menu
The Rich’s machines had rendered no other use
For the unemployed masses, running loose
So, they passed a law
Enabling the maw
The poor would sell themselves for meat
So, their friends could find a seat
At the dinner table
Where no one, absolutely no one, dared talk politics.
