Sure so uhm, here's the thing,
There's this book, Lord of the Rings?
And so like, there's these little
Hobbit things uhm, trust me it'll
Make sense, 'cos there's also elves,
(But orcs and dwarves are off the shelf).
And so it sort of goes like this:
They want to grill, they're super pissed,
The Hobbits, not like, the elves that is;
They don't grill; they like, do other stuff,
'Cos they're in charge, they're culture buffs,
They spend time on artsy films,
And sourdough artisanal kilns
'Cos they're like, you know, magic kings,
Who rule the Hobbits, who can't think
Like strategists, 'cos they're plebs,
Stuck in the elf's, like, liberal web.
But remember, like, that elves consist,
Mostly of Mormons and Calvinists.
Now I'm, uhm, a darker elf,
One who thinks, like, for himself;
Now 'cos you're weak,
You need us freaks,
Now 'cos you're fools
We'll make you cool,
You gotta like, not be a dork,
If you wanna take on, like, New York,
So sit, get high I guess, who knows,
With like, art school kinda hoes,
Watch freaky movies, be
Like super groovy,
And don't try to ever win,
'Cos that's like, a cardinal sin
Of strategy; you'll really lose,
So instead, get high, and schmooze,
In London, and in LA too,
Don't worry, and don't like support,
Any bullshit with the Supreme Court;
Dont be cringe, don't be a beta,
Chill outside, check out bodegas,
And like, watch some Pasolini,
And drink some cheap, like, canned martini,
Oh, and watch this film, Hitler Lives,
And if you don't, like, what gives?
Do all this, don't do jack,
A real, you know, aesthetic attack;
Smile at Trad Cath New York Times
A hint at, like, a changing clime,
And soon, I promise, we'll win this thing
And sure, sure we'll have a king,
Just like, you know, in Lord of the Rings.