A thing of endless wants, with falsity to match
I see us everywhere, our legions on the march

Talking up hypocrisy and brandishing the cross
Talking meritocracy so long as we're the boss

And beauty we devise within our very eyes
And measuring ourselves we find the perfect size

Is it any wonder then that we should build a god
To take our devils on within our inner quad

A high elusive force for casting useful blame
To minister control, and vouch for name and fame

And when we track the pea, we're never fast enough
the fraudster with the shells is strangely always us

jim hogg

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/us-120/