"There is a natural order to this world and those who try to up-end it do not fare well."

What master shall I serve?

Must I make an offering

Of my time here on this Earth

To some greater cause or being...

Who obscenely owns the means of our subsistence

That we work and built first place into existence?

Wage slavery or death isn't a choice it's a threat

Turns out I have no say

How did it come to this?

It ever was and ever is

And it might ever stay

So I open the news

See what the hell is going on?

My life pocket change to the Stock Exchange

Parliament or Pentagon

Turns out a handful of men

In photos smiling fine

They own more than the poorer half

Of humanity combined

Those portraits should be mugshots

I'd rather they be headshots...

But it gets worse from here:

Such measures won't suffice

It's a system rigged from head to toe

We need to crucify

I'm too tired to worry about this kind of shit

Tempted to line up, pretend I'm fine with it

And tie a yellow jacket

Around the Ole Oak Tree

(Pockets full of semtex?

No I.E.D. what you mean!)

Priorities reorganised

Authorities reformed

Into dust...

I'll do it if I must