No matter how much I work,
No matter how hard I try,
It'll never be enough
To simply get by.
My dog needs vet care,
And my cat ate a string,
But to greedy bosses and CEOs,
The poor don't mean a thing -
Hoarding money is the only way to go.
I dream of a life not elegant or grand,
But simply one where my family is happy and healthy,
And really truly fed,
Not one where I work myself to death
All for the sake of the Man.
Where we suffer, the privileged thrive,
Where we lement, the rich do revel,
And there seems no end to my empty pantry
While the privileged dine all rich and fancy.
I hope they're happy,
I hope they're swell,
Because in the end,
We never mattered,
And I know we never will.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:14 PM UTC
No matter how much I work,
No matter how hard I try,
It'll never be enough
To simply get by.
My dog needs vet care,
And my cat ate a string,
But to greedy bosses and CEOs,
The poor don't mean a thing -
Hoarding money is the only way to go.
I dream of a life not elegant or grand,
But simply one where my family is happy and healthy,
And really truly fed,
Not one where I work myself to death
All for the sake of the Man.
Where we suffer, the privileged thrive,
Where we lement, the rich do revel,
And there seems no end to my empty pantry
While the privileged dine all rich and fancy.
I hope they're happy,
I hope they're swell,
Because in the end,
We never mattered,
And I know we never will.
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