The trees rose in solidarity
Refusing to be felled
But when news of this atrocity
Reached those gold towers in which dwelled
The avaricious psychopaths,
A small one of whose capers
Is to print lies about those they hate
In their various papers
On sheets of extruded woodpulp
They flew into a rage
And told the fascist lackeys that they hired
To fill each page
With coruscating columns
Denouncing those sick trees
And likening the wooden scum
To traitors and disease
And calling on their readers
To fight back! Take back control!
Chop down those commie trees and burn
The bastards to charcoal!
Lay waste the whole damn planet!
Purge it of each blade of grass
Guaranteeing that sweet freedom
To talk out of your arse
Insisting all their prejudices
Are Talking Truth To Power
When really it just helps pay for
A taller golden tower.
But still the trees refused to budge
Beyond some sacrifice
To fall to block printing works exit
Routes, to be precise.
So the avaricious psychopaths
Ordered their hireling hacks
To open a new front by writing
Withering attacks
On every other type or kind of known
Printed material
Which, the hacks lamented, could spread
Diseases venereal
Sure to infect your kiddies, drive you mad
Then kill you dead
“SO FOLKS!” they yowled, “SEND ALL THOSE
EVIL BOOKS TO US INSTEAD!”
They stripped bare every bookshelf,
Pillaged every library
To acquire more printed matter,
Through threats, blackmail and bribery,
And then pulped all written records
Recording deed and name
To get out the next edition, headlined
“MIGRANTS ARE TO BLAME!”
The trees just shrugged and shed their leaves
Now turned a pleasing yellow.
“DEMOCRACY’S UNDER ATTACK!”
The hacks and lackeys bellow.
But when they’d used up all the books
(Not an infinite resource)
There was nothing left to print on,
Which also meant, of course,
There wasn’t even toilet paper
For wiping off the shit
From the avaricious psycho’s arseholes,
Then publishing it.
They stuffed their mouths with bearer bonds
And thousand dollar bills
And whined “Writing was invented,
As were ink and even quills,
So that avaricious psychopaths in
Gold towers can tell lies
About the weak and powerless,
And then praise to the skies
Our client politicians and print trash
About “D” listers
And columns by such massive wankers
Their hands are pocked with blisters,
To help tease out our nation’s Id,
Promoting fascist trash
In order to spread hatred through
The People, like a rash,
Dressed up in patriotic drag -
Flag and Hope and Glory -
To furnish our gold towers
With a further Golden Storey!
Attack any tiny part of that, and
YOU’LL KILL FREE EXPRESSION!”
Then again, you have to wonder
Who chooses to freshen
Their stinking breathe with more shit
After each shit-eating session.