Managing the Mushrooms

The mushroom school of management
Has two rules, brief and stark:
You feed them only excrement.
You keep them in the dark.

For if they’ve only dined on shit
And never seen the light,
They’ll take whatever you see fit
And thank you for their plight.

Oh, keep us safe from knowing, please
The things you’ve done and do.
And let no one disturb the ease
With which you lie on cue.

Imagine if we only knew
Of all our rights you've taken?
Much better we admit what's true:
Our rights we have forsaken.

Oh, Corporate Power on your throne
We beg you: Keep us quiet.
Divide us so that each alone
Can never start a riot.

Don't tell us. We don't want to know.
From our own minds protect us.
And if we ever should inquire,
Of treason please suspect us.