In a world of lies, with the realities of life, safely ignored
I swipe my screen, and wring my hands, saying I'm bored.
I sip my tea, blissfully aware of the common man's plight
I tell myself, it's not my fault, it's alright.

I write my blogs, I rate my world and give it a C-
As I dive right in to the cess pool of the world's finest
My mind addled with an addiction to 'things'
As the rich men slyly pull on my strings

The child within, utters a plaintive cry
Long dead his thirst, and clipped his wings
I have to get to work, and work to get by
I don't want to know, what I lost, when I gained these things.