Who are the "saviors of our city"?
Fronted with promise of published work
We find funds
Donated over the counter, in exchange for
Good times to be had
In a personal circle
Noses turned upwards toward those
They've deemed unfit
To belong in their iron clad caste
Ye olde correspondents write how prospecting members should act
A club
Backed by promise of invitation to the grandest of parties
The prospect floods the streets and the minds of the people paying attention
And the nobles collect donations
With smiles and gestures
Production rates of culture doubled
Now let the music play