I am a dedicated swallower
of all that my Society demands.
I do not hesitate to follow her
in all that she surveys and she commands.
Society, my mistress and my God.
With her conventions I will always walk,
until I'm buried underneath the sod,
I'll wear her robes and ever talk her talk.
My bread is buttered her side of the plate.
My wine is served at her end of the table.
All that I have is hers, and so's my fate.
I'm living in her box, and wear her label.
For I am all Society demands:
All she surveys and all that she commands.
