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FE FI FO FUM
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We do not want to be ground up into fine flour
By the wicked wheels of commerce
The massive mills of conformity
The great grinding stones of the law
These titanic forces gnash away tirelessly
Waiting for the unwary adventurer to fall into the hopper
Or be tossed in by the fickle hand of fate
As so many others are
To be pulverized into a product
Squeezed into a uniform mold
Bullied into compliance until we are reformed
Into good little shoppers and customers
Redefined by commerce, conformity, and law
From a free and wild Homo Sapiens
To being baked in the twin fires of big business - greed and corruption
Until we are golden, fully compliant consumers
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