Entrance
Step right up, folks!
For the miracle cure that cures absolutely... nothing
I took a pill for common sense
(It bounced right off!)
Ignorance built a strong defense
Tried a patch for tact and grace
(They wore it wrong!)
Right on their smug little face
Greed's a fever, spreading fast
(No mask, no shame!)
They hoard the cure, they raise the price
Swallowed pride with bitter taste
(Still hungry!)
They asked for more, with extra spice
Self-love's fine, but this is wild
(Too wild!)
They think they're gods, but act like a child
Mirror cracked from all the praise
(Shattered truth!)
Still they pose in smoky haze
Empathy's out of stock today
(Sold out!)
Replaced by memes and shades of gray
They ghost your pain, they mute your plea
(Seen-zoned!)
Then post a quote on empathy
I asked the doc, "Is hope still real?"
(He laughed!)
He said, "Try laughter—it's ideal."
"Idiotikum?" I held the box—
(Fake meds!)
He winked, "It's satire, not detox."
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, no cure in the room!
If kindness came in candy form
They'd eat it once, then change the norm
But pills don't fix what hearts ignore—
So swing your truth across the floor!
No cure for that, no fix in sight
(No fix in sight!)
They dance in the dark and call it light
(Call it light!)
No pill for pride, no shot for shame
(No shot for shame!)
Just swing through the madness, play the game!
(Play the game!)
So here's to fools in tailored suits
(To the suits!)
To fake compassion in Gucci boots
(To the boots!)
To those who climb on backs to rise
(Climb high!)
Your karma's coming—no disguise
Lights down, curtain call
Still no meds for minds that crawl
But irony? That's still in stock
Take two doses—and dance around the block
So here's to fools in tailored suits
(To the suits!)
To fake compassion in Gucci boots
(To the boots!)
To those who climb on backs to rise
(Climb high!)
Your karma's coming—no disguise