They forced a tube onto the joined wires,
Turned it left, fused the contact,
Were perfecting yet another little soul
And again something went wrong.

They added another moron to society,
Morons released a moron from the laboratory,
They have already talked the next victim into it
And instead of growing him they gelded him again.

In a group of morons I, a moron myself,
Stroll along the shore —
Among healthy souls, uncrippled bodies
I greet the morons in lab coats as kin.

(Propaganda)