Smile right up the pyramid pile
as you savor those Al Qaeda potatoes.
Order us around and have it
(our way anyway)
at Bilderberger! We build a better
purger with favors for bathers,
faces formed from plasticine,
never mean, holding the door
to your own, exclusive oven.
Bilderberger! Smells malicious, doesn't it?
Step lively and consume your fill
in our spacious "useless eater" booths,
ample girth fills us with mirth!
Pop 'em down while our painted clown
amuses you with views of the day
since news gives away who really
drives the cabriolet of decay anyway,
that knot in your gullet where our
doctrine dwells and swells with
corn syrup, 'Lil Slurp and Big Burp
alike sharing diabetes together
in that pyramid pile.
Ha ha… Ouch! Sharp stuff. Not to worry, the duplicitous dog-and-pony show has just about come to the end of its run… and everyone seems to know it except the producers.