These knowers sit high up and speculate downward
Lost in the rocket ship of conjecture
These knowers share titles
But they cannot see the truth
The ground up there is shaky
Not for plebs like me
But for the ill conceived schemes
They live to create
And they come crashing down
stale meteorites
All the bribes and documents
The trail of unwashed cash
The knowers can´t control
The flow of information
And if the population
were not distracted by religion and football
These knowers would know no longer
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