On lit screen, Prance and preen; Far the scene: Conjure green. Teach the proles, Fill in holes; Stoke the coals— Blighted goals. How they laugh: Golden Calf; Weak riff-raff, Near twice half. What a Game! Beasts to tame— Chips to claim— Cloaked in flame… Cue the screams, Bloody streams; String the dreams, Lofty beams. Make them dance In a trance; Fake Romance, Fetal stance. Make them drool, Full of fool, Useless tool— Cold and cruel.