I loved this and though to share it with all of you.
All hail the fellow most fortunate!
May he lord over us with a smile,
Counting his millions and patting our heads,
Eyes glinting with greed all the while
We man the machines and fire the furnaces
Keeping the cogs oiled and turning.
He plots and connives with those of his ilk,
Such avarice sets my soul churning,
Sick to the stomach and bled from the heart,
Observing the world as it passes
Into confusion and just revolution
Freedom from all of these asses
Who think with their pockets, count up the dockets,
Tally the amount they are due
While ordinary folk are broke and feel choked
Doing all they can do.
Working for life we endeavour and strive
Doing our best to go on.
Corporate greed, mismanaged politics
Whistle a more carefree song
Where notes that are played are all out of tune,
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