You will pay to have permission,
To be led into perdition,
By the brethren of the joker,
Mirthful men with skin of ochre,
Swaddled in baroque attire.
Men with only one desire—
BECOME OUR PAYPIG, WIGNAT SCUM,
PAY UP or else WE'LL FIST YOUR BUM!
SEND US MONEY, send it briskly!
DISOBEDIENCE IS RISKY!
Tribute, shekels, legal tender,
All to us you will surrender.
We are THE BOSSES OF THIS GYM!
You will obey our every whim.
Our primacy you may contend,
But the fact is that in the end,
Your optics are all balderdash,
AND WE ARE IN IT FOR THE CASH †
Tonight's Ejaculatory Epistles:
† ᴵᶠ ᶠᶦˢᶜᵃˡˡʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᶦⁿᵉᵖᵗ
ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃᵗᵍᶦʳˡˢ ⁽ᵐᵃˡᵉ⁾ ᵍˡᵃᵈˡʸ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ