Same old, same old
nothing changes.
Corporations corporating while
the poor men scrape a living.
New lamps for old tramps?
I don't think so.
We're being force fed by the mega men
who do it as they please and when the
poor complain
they do it, do it and do it again.
Same old story
different book,
wonder why I
give a ****
Nothing changes
never will until
the corporations stop incorporating
and
give the poor men recognition.
When I'm dead and gone
the mega men will still be here,
will still go on,
nothing changes just remains
like unwashed sheets
and ***** stains.
But where there's life there's hope I hope
or is this just a hopeless quest to
do our best and
die.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
Same old, same old
nothing changes.
Corporations corporating while
the poor men scrape a living.
New lamps for old tramps?
I don't think so.
We're being force fed by the mega men
who do it as they please and when the
poor complain
they do it, do it and do it again.
Same old story
different book,
wonder why I
give a ****
Nothing changes
never will until
the corporations stop incorporating
and
give the poor men recognition.
When I'm dead and gone
the mega men will still be here,
will still go on,
nothing changes just remains
like unwashed sheets
and ***** stains.
But where there's life there's hope I hope
or is this just a hopeless quest to
do our best and
die.
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