I hear rumours

Like we're two-legged tumours

Or a crowd of children

Faces full of candy

Until the bowl's empty

Then we crash

But news flash

Most can't afford

To make ends meet

The cost of living

Costs hands and feet

Yet i still don't get

What stands between us

And a ten-hour week?

Jobs and work

Have become separate notions

Pushed through school

Into an unemployment pool

Desperate enough

To jump to attention

When you offer a zero-hour

Con... tract

"In our civilized societies we are rich. Why then are the many poor? Why this painful drudgery for the masses? Why, even to the best paid workman, this uncertainty for the morrow, in the midst of all the wealth inherited from the past, and in spite of the powerful means of production, which could ensure comfort to all, in return for a few hours of daily toil?" (Kropotkin)

And yeah, i eat store-bought groceries

Live on electricity

I consume shit from the system

And sometimes it consumes me

Don't have to live in a cave

To express distaste

For the way things are

But my convenience

Ain't the point of pertinence

I won't say what's okay

And what's luxury, just that maybe

We wouldn't be so short of shit

If it weren't for half of it

Being wasted and the rest

Controlled by private interests