Look at Dionysis, controlled by the T.V. He's worked all day, he's worn, he's beaten And he doesn't notice me He'll sleep another night Leave the money for the rent Then take another lesson in the Mastery of Content You can tell Athena is lost, By that blank stare in her eye The smallest things are mountains And the largest things will die She's over forty but she whines like ten Her body is worn, her back is bent From years of education in the Mastery of Content Your sister, she's immune for a couple years at best Then she'll sit in her room And wonder why she can't be happy like the rest Then she'll open up the magazine To find out where it went And she'll believe there is such a thing as Mastery of Content