Don't you think:
We could sign
So one or two percent would be ours to have
And thousands would submit to us
Don't you think:
We could be fried in the airwaves
And up to the last driblet
Slave in the packaging trade
We could, but...
Don't you think:
We could let our traits
Thousands of times, in false colours
Appear to be worldshaking
Don't you think:
We could begild us
On forty staves
For masses mingled amongst the people
Throne many moons to come
We could, but...
Don't you think:
We could sign it
Maybe furthermore resign
And in this land
Like mayflies
Only up and down and down and up performing
To later then return
Stark bloated
Long forgotten
Drawing only smallest circles
We could, but...