1% Human

Men of means, contradictions evergreen

All portending their future eminence

Conflating worth with hands of Fate unseen

Immune to skewed perception’s consequence

Little more than lump sums of legacy

With fewer mouths to feed and backs to clothe

They cut their teeth on crowns of clemency

Lest emptiness within their skulls be shown

False gods occupy these vacuous voids

Set atop their debaucherous decay

For whom they grovel in unalloyed joy

With craven obeisance on grave display

How then can we defeat these men of means?

Let them eat cake beneath the guillotines