Institutions are not evil.

That resides within the men

Or at least, the man-like weasel

Who bends it to his every whim.

Trust not the man who deigns to tell you,

In a voice sonorous and proud,

All the things that you must do

To buy your place within his crowd.

And once you’ve paid your pound of flesh

To decorate his house of lies,

He’ll slander you with his next breath

Without a care for hows or whys.

No, evil’s not an institution

It’s just well packaged soul pollution.