Citizens Of Antiford 
I knew a man
who knew the land,
and tales of Antiford
He worked his life,
and had a wife,
until things went absurd
They stole for thirst,
and though their first -
the crime could find him dead.
The judge informed,
who this man wronged,
a technocratic head.
And off he went,
the jury sent,
him off to pleasantville.
Where none escape,
and people bake,
and only drink but swill.
Long live Antiford
the land of all to burn
Don’t forget your place m’lad
to be a cog and turn.