The Yinch was enraged, undone by frustration.
"Conformist consumers! Pawns of the corp'ration!"
His sick mind was racing, he was pacing too quick
The ignorant bliss of the Moos made him sick!
"High capitalism will crush them in time,
Until then, they'll pay out, 7% + prime!
They'll yield to temptation, give in to seduction,
by the slick owners of the means of production!"

The Yinch sneered, and recklessly wielded the knowledge
he picked up in Marxism class, back in college.
What was wrong with the Moos? Why were they so lame?
So obsessed with money, with stuff, and with fame?
Did they have ADD (back before you could fix it)?
Did their brains die from listening to too much Limp Bizkit?
The Yinch thought of the Moos, and it brought him to tears,
They watched Jerry Springer! They loved Britney Spears!
They watched pro wrestling! They ate at Burger Doodle!
They bought little sweaters to put on their poodles!
"Damn it, I've taken this crap for too long!
I must stop this Christmas - it's just downright WRONG!"

The Yinch sat and pondered a quick plan of action,
to teach a lesson to that carefree Moo faction.
The Yinch, he ain't right, but please keep in mind,
He hadn't yet smoked his daily dose of kind.

Next...A whole lot of baking going on.