a nursery rhyme dedicated to the peddlers of miseryA Poem by delapruchpoison + american people = advertising poisoned american people + the surrounding world = the current state of things*To be sung to the tune of “Camptown Races”
Copywriters sing this song Doo-da, Doo-da Peddling misery all day long Oh, de doo-da day
Gonna sell us cigarettes & unhealthy foods to our kids! Gonna make our little girls feel bad about their bodies so they go make themselves throw up in the bathroom!
Oh, the vultures scurry round in their nest Doo-Da, Doo-da Deciding which lies that they like best Oh, de doo-da day
They’re going to lie all night! They’re going to lie all day! I’ll bet my money that by tomorrow eve, You’ll have bought something that you don’t need!
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Added on April 13, 2011 Last Updated on April 13, 2011 |

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