1336 "Truth is just a form of confusion man has not refined, Shelter from the storm of intrusion by the public's mind, We study scams and fibs, when we're in prams and cribs, where Uncle Sams and Libs, Trade accusations, We wait our turn to speak, and holler 'burn you freak', My main concern last week, manipulations, You gotta call someone a jerk, and say it's all the Devil's work, You gotta crawl, lip-synch and twerk, and throw the ball at each store clerk, If you stick to the data, not exciting enough, "You're just sick, you don't matta", Wait till they call your bluff, Don't neglect to make a show of it, Don't suspect what you don't know of it, Disconnect, and curse the glow of it, Find a friend, and start making out."