Today I awoke, and the world seemed broken.
Another pound of flesh to the landlords and banks,
The real masters to whom we’re beholden.
A grimacing smile tinged with blood is my thanks.
One offer after another, we just can’t refuse
A diagnosis away from disaster most days.
Accept this as normal, embrace the abuse
We’ve sold out, we all owe, we all pay.
It is possible that one day, if you work hard
You can share more of this wonderful pie,
Just look up your sleeve, you’ll find that card
that suckers believe is there, ‘til they die.
But don’t give up hope, I’m sure it’s all fine,
40 more years of grinding may leave enough time