Monkeys must be trained at once
To take care of all the secondary jobs
In exchange for bananas
They ought to wash the cars
Wait tables, clean homes, pump gas
And do the shifts in our factories
That’ll make the world less *******
For Joe Public. That’s first
The rich’s wealth must be given away
To the poor until the discrepancy
Comes down the three times
To the rich’s favor immediately
That’ll end the class discrimination
That’s justice. And that’s second
Finally three fourth of people
Should be annihilated right away
So there are enough resources
For the remaining inhabitants
Because if not,
The robots are coming.
To take care of one and three
As in, there will be no “you”
To benefit the “two”

Although it was not always the case
Love’s not for the hungry these days

Oh laborer, so you have labored
Three hundred and sixty four days
Now’s the time to be remembered
That is, May the first of all Mays

Majority of peeps don’t know
What works for them is belief
Ignorant’s lore is a fake snow
They see truth as bogus beef

Oh my laborer friend
You’re sleeping in both
Pajamas, jeans and
Your working clothe

If it’s any consolation big guy
You lived the way you wanted to
But, this was an early goodbye
For that I am so angry with you