Ode To Commerce
Commerce I hate you
 You bastard, you whore
 You've ruined my dreams
 Like so many before
Commerce we hate you
 Your pride and your school
 The truth to be told
 You are infested with fools
Commerce they hate you
 Your children locked in their rooms
 Rotting and lonely like
 Your elders sealed in their toombs

Matthew Trotter, who me bitter?