Here it is authority and organized chaos
There are a hundred men hired just to demote
There is protocol and there is dominance
There are the president's fickle whims
What i tell you today will come to pass.
There's a black oily hurricane over hormuz
In the boardroom it's pudding time
What a gesture for the hunger of Venusians
The carpet so thick the shoe takes a second to sink
Like walking through thick perfect flan
Spoons are distributed, knives go into hands
They greedily cut out their pieces
The chief of staff gives the green light
And the table goes to town on creme caramel
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