Bring the pomp without the circumstance, and suffer ridicule behind your back.

Bring the circumstance without the pomp, and suffer knives behind your back.

The withered crone has seen the world.
Of beauty, pain, and fear.
The withered crone has been the beaut,
Feted, fawned, and cheered.

The withered crone has seen the man,
His snarling, stumbling, fall.
The withered crone has seen the child,
Gangly reaching tall.

The withered crone has seen it all,
And through it all remained.
The withered crone has cried with time,
Yet laughs upon today.

The withered crone is nothing but —
Her mind’s a dangerous knife.
Within her lies a knowledge sharp,
Hard-fought throughout her life.

Everything is unfair.
Life is unfair.
Nothing is fair.
Life is fair.

Everything is cruel.
Life is cruel.
Nothing is kind.
Life is kind.

Everything is awesome.
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Nothing is awesome.
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(see A Collection of True Statements)

When Godzilla came to town, the capitalists invited him to their board rooms.
“See how your brand can move cities,” they said.
“See how our savvy can help you expand,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the soldiers invited him to their forts.
“See how you can make us stronger,” they said.
“See how we can make you stronger,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the intellectuals invited him to their coffee houses.
“See how you can drain the swamp,” they said.
“See how we can raise the people up in your arms,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the poor invited him to their hovels.
“See how you can fell the rich,” they said.
“See how we can fix everything in your wake,” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said, and crushed them.

When Godzilla came to town, the other monsters warned him to stay away.
“Raaaaaaaar!” they said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” he said.
“Raaaaaaaar!” they said.