Your construct is enslaving us
we beg and beg for more
trading life and family time
for that bi-weekly score

they will feed you to make you sick
then patch you still unwhole
all the while demanding payment
a form of death control

we borrow what does not exist
from whom we've never seen
try to fill that empty hollow
with California dreams

behind this clever tragedy
wearing the glaring grins
are statues cold, fashioned in gold
of little empty men