in the name of the slogan

When the radicals eradicate their roots

They‘ll still get a round of applause

Increasing the quantity of that which they want

a thing that can never be possessed

Reading is almost like communism

You follow the quest of failed groups

Being a part of the part in no part

With art in the name of the slogan

Politics appears when there are fights

You hope to turn labor into play

Work should no longer be alien

You hide from your boss in the bathroom

You seize your domains and transform them

bestow them an ill-advised purpose

Transforming people‘s vision and experience

My dream is to make people buy stuff

So we disavow the Freud

While engulfed in Bernays

And we still pretend we‘re Jungians

whilst repressing the repressed

All this PR worked in strides

They convinced you to be Stoic

You‘re not Jungian

You‘re a catholic shopaholic