He that lives in hope, dances to all ill tune

for wantonness knows no law

and corporations have neither bodies to be punished

nor souls to be damned

the road to oblivion is paved with good intentions

and work incentives



In the world of the blind

the one eyed man makes corporations

corporations leaving sickness

which can't be cured which must be endured



One funeral brings many in civilised society

a society soon ripe, soon rotten



A guilty conscience needs no accuser

but silence is mistaken for consent and to erris human

drive out nature with a pitchfork and she'll neither come back

nor breathe for us again

the road of oblivion is paved with good intentions

and momentary lapses of reason