Bread and circuses kept the mob quiet in a declining Roman Empire. We take a slightly different approach today in the U.S. to achieve the same end. A chemical based one…
The Prole Pacification Poem
My days aren’t full,
My job prospects null,
I get grief from my spouse,
‘Cause I mope ’round the house.
Viagra.
With finances a wreck,
I’ve lost self-respect,
You’ve got things to prove,
When you’ve lost the work groove.
Viagra.
All Bernanke’s new tricks,
My well being ain’t fixed,
For an attitude riser,
I now look to Pfizer.
Viagra!
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