Poor pop-o-matic prophet prone
Flesh and bone automatic
Lifeless but not dogmatic
Rumors abound, beyond mounds we'll be free
I cannot see horizon
But bought lies with my eyes, son
Cunning demon come to heal, out the door
Under the floor, did reveal
The Russian author's spiel
Go to work in the buff with my briefcase
To the rat race monolith
Buying lying fact or myth