O how prevalent, A tip, a soda incognito, A generous holler to a yawning heart, Eating to the core of the gentle; Filling guilt the bosom of the noble; At public gates, winking at the innocents: A requisite for an office chair, For a sound health, For a smile; In quiescent rhythms, multiplying, In addition To subtraction of justice, Dividing the nation into stinking wealth, Into poverty unrelenting A sickly nation!