I blame the stupidly smiling face of that mouse

The fake matterhorn and movie-set mainstreet

Pay your ticket, you get the fantasy

That the world is what you want it to be

Or at least what Uncle Walt wants you to want it to be

And you cede even your idea of what you want

To those that aped the magician, packaging and peddling 

Our own ignorance, assumptions and proud mediocrity

To us and we paid for it and sat back

To have our heads patted as it was morning again

In America and whose fault is it if you

Slipped out of sight because you could not pay

The ticket into Disneyland?