Get woke Go broke The worst loss Is when you think you've won Drop in the bucket For the new game No one understands The rules changed And I've grown rusty Simple rhyming slang Like an export Out of Yongkang Wheels within wheels Searching for initial drives and gears Have they bled the golden calf Sold it to new Bureaucrats? Yet I hope this Golem turns On the Moloch that still burns We've awakened from this slumber Sandy eyes counting new numbers