As long as the crude keeps pumping, and my car keeps running.

My cellphone calls, and my americano is extra dark and tall.

My tummy is full, and my clothes are cool.

My facebook entertains, and my iPod plays.

And so long as my Fake money is safe in the Fake bank.

And my beloved leaders keep everything according to course.

Then, my deepest apologies, rest of the world, but you have to go down there:

To the red-burning-hot-HOLE.

Where Ya'll belong.

But, don't worry, I will definitely send you a $1 text to 1-800-DONATE.

So that the burning, and the starving, and the suffering may be prolonged.

After all: my car, my phone, my clothes, my coke, my coffee and my soul...

Need you -- somewhat alive.