saturday's lament (intro)
wheels turning and cogs grinding these grains of corn - modified and chemically accentuated to a tasteless but star quality money-making product, and if it exceeds the quota just dump it in the ocean so the little fishies can grow fat and swell and burst thru greed in their little survival of the fittest game. if it never stopped cos that soya waste oil wouldnt stop belching from the fountain of youth to keep barbarosa's eyes from drowning the world - a prison broken from the chain-gang's tribal markings and bald hispanics, but there's no low-riders here - thats cos tito didnt grease his hydrolics (cos he had no soy-beans) and his illegitimate daughter fell under the wheels of a schoolbus driveby. yellow death bought by a top-hatted east india company revived, but now it's focus is it's big brother over the sea to the west, however tired it may be getting of scratching his back, and now they've sneakily come back round to a kind of polite shadow-play empire they...