Am I enough? I just keep trying
This society demands production
work and earn, create and consume
It’s an endless cycle that never stops
A dangerous game so many lose
The winners call the shots
they hand out scraps for which we kill each other
Men betray their mothers for scraps from the masters
then think they are the winner
The only winners hold the bag
we just clean up their shit and call it gold
Its never enough and the goalposts keep moving
costs rising just to survive
Ripping out the saftey nets to buy the rich their gold
while children in the street drink mud from a hose
does it ever end?
It’s only gotten worse
worry about the welfare queen
while polishing your master’s shoes
Taking it in stride, thinking you’re getting ahead
You’re just the pet for the moment
Jobs I’ve worked have been a joke
bosses who thought they were masters
Only to be let go
We’re all just puppets on strings of lead
Poisoning us while controlling us
so they don’t have to pay for our healthcare
Feed the rich so we can starve
Insult the rich and their minions come running
It’s all a joke in this cosmic game
Their house of cards won’t hold as people starve
Collapsing into the streets
As the poor will devour their bones
leaving nothing behind except bad memories
The day is coming
This can’t be sustained
When no one goes hungry
as the blood of the wealthy nourishes the masses
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