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It’s Just Business It’s just business That’s all it’s ever been A greed that can’t be tamed Because we feed it. We buy, they supply That’s all it seems yes? No. Sweatshops and cover ups ***** fingers stretching across nations Beauty in thread but the maker is dead Enough said when death’s only cause rolled eyes instead of rolled up sleeves. What’s the price of a human meat sack these days? Workers are more produce then anything. Corporate America Laughable Disgusting
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Corporate America
It’s Just Business It’s just business That’s all it’s ever been A greed that can’t be tamed Because we feed it. We buy, they supply That’s all it seems yes? No. Sweatshops and cover ups ***** fingers stretching across nations Beauty in thread but the maker is dead Enough said when death’s only cause rolled eyes instead of rolled up sleeves. What’s the price of a human meat sack these days? Workers are more produce then anything. Corporate America Laughable Disgusting
A boy died at my work today. Not even twenty. My boss asked how much it would cost us.....
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
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