He believes in nothing but his own oppression
Will say anything, no matter how cruel or thoughtless
Ever convinced he is a suitable moral judge
Sociology is sort of his religion
But it is an odd, non-scientific sort of sociology
Compounded of third-hand observations
Made by fourth-rate thinkers
He sits in his dining room
Drinking Chivas Regal
Waxing political
And smoking Camel-bastards
Bishop of his own social circle
Never uncomfortable, and never happy
And believing still that his kind are treated unfairly
To share is human:
