Thieves are theiving the gloating show-offs
who tease as if to lead a horse
whose understimulated brains in a know-it-all box
must pretend just to stay the course

Now the great inside running-gag infinitisimal laugh
is at Peace and its tedious ease
but the people are fresh to their talent for effect
with a craving they'll break to appease

We got two trees in the yard for our domesticated dogs
and holidays, we donate to the poor
Now the outside and internal pressures have been equalized
and all languages are spoken for

Yes, our globe is a surveyed graph, census in lines
that converge upon opposite poles
but the borders of habits and gold seem to see terrain
as human piles and holes