The Club of Stink Kong and Notzilla

Joining the Club you ought to be,

Even if your fault you can’t see.

Sign the contract that ain’t pretty,

Even though you can’t afford its fee.

Give up your gold to feed Stink Kong

Even as Notzilla’s gas and fire is all wrong.

While the little big people play along,

We can only sing this sad quiet song.

Though many will lose their gain,

Isn’t it time now to stop the feign?

While the second is being ordained,

Let’s redefine the first arrangement again.