Who are you, that trivialised
Our gains sweat, toil and moil
Syndrome weighing down everything
Eclectic who are we, that beneath
The frown you scorn at identities
Manifestly heroic in weeding out
Bloody monster

The doppelganger has outlived
Its usefulness to squander gains
Use every dime in a dozen
Persistently fiddle raffle
To masturbate his own insatiable
Belly’s gastronome.