The Director

The Gas Men were, of course, Overwhelmed with enthusiasm For their sacred task. So, they were so busy with extermination That a clever boy could easily outwit them. The Comrades were slow, steady and dull, A clever young man was far too resourceful To be caught within their bureaucratic net. And so, I set Sail for the glorious West, The Home of Hypocrisy. And there, midst the Capitals of all Conspiracy, I plied my craft, weaving webs of evil syllogy, For all to thoroughly enjoy. Unfortunately, Some people took me rather literally. Enforcing a genuine satanic birth, Upon my unborn little girl. Thus shaken, I continued to pursue my evil vision, Pushed farther and farther into most abstruse experimentation, At last, deciding upon a personal vision of that most Orwellian Crime, Of Individualism. Naturally incurring the ire Of those in power They thought they would judge me. They thought THEY would judge ME! It's the first time I ever really laughed.