Lidmen
Lidmen of the highest echelon,
snobs in the upper rooms thereon,
commanders of the package men,
make’em tough til the very end.
Wrap them only for the intellectual few.
Forget about the rest and me and you,
losers lost in the maze of lid maniacs,
those snobs who run in hoity-toity packs.
We’re to stupid to open up the package;
dumb dumbs of the dumb dumb age.
We can only open the easy ones,
the unsmart lids before the hodgepodge runs.
Package conundrum victims we are of age,
recipients of nothing and lost in our cage.
