The fake believers waiting in line
For their daily dose of repression
All part of their mind numbing routine
They drink what is served without question
A perfectly orderly society
Just begging to be disrupted
And this is exactly what happened
Early one gray Winter’s morn
The Resistance snuck into the compound
Climbing to the top of Kool Aid tower
Then they did the unthinkable
Peeing down on the mix from a great height
When the group drink was served up that day
A solitary old man went to the authorities
And politely made note of the bitter taste,
Substance Security was quickly dispatched
The old man was thrown into the Dissent Van
Never to be seen or heard from again
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