Path to follow its paved in rust beneath is hollow
Many fell below turned to dust that's hard to swallow
It's follow or bust though so where will they go
Head off the pillow rest not a must time is shallow

Leaders after success, not yours not mine just theirs
Others suffer to cater at a dime serve wine without a share
Career servants without time tearing out their hair
Fair is never what comes near the life of a waiter

Family members, team players, sacrificed at the altar
Never allowed to falter the atmosphere grows hotter
Grease and sweat drip off wage workers
Sickness, death, and age as they grow older

Nothing to account for no money
Nothing to amount to no property
Nothing to surmount except poverty
Nothing but a body-count for inequality