Capital C

The worker works until their tasks are met;

They toil, they strife, they panic, and sweat.

Goals and deadlines loom, and yet,

The appetite of bosses is hardly whet,

Barely saite by the suffering of drones.

They’re crippled by commutes, bills and loans.

Unhappiness dropped, so the studies have shown.

Their quality of life at an all time low.

A scrap of fresh bread is spared and thrown,

The masses flock, they chirp and moan.

The exercise hurts them, they ache and groan.

It’s because of their backs, too much sitting alone.

Just look at the facts and soon you’ll know:

Too long at a desk makes you a Jane Doe

(Or if you’re a guy then maybe a Jack,

Either way this life will give you as much back).

It can cause a guy to jump onto the tracks,

It makes you late to get home, no time to relax.

You were stressed when you got there, the station was packed,

And now this poor guy made your problems compact.

You missed your kid’s sports day, they won a race in a sack

(That’s what your partner told you, but you’ve still not text back).

Instead you’re stood there with a stranger’s arm in your face -

Sixty five pounds for this hour-long disgrace.

You paid through the nose for these monotonous days,

They all blur in to one and the week’s like a haze.

Overpriced fares for a service with delays,

The futility of this stress stirs you in to a craze.

But the bosses don’t care, they constructed this maze.

Cattle to the slaughter, no chance to graze,

Free range my arse, this system was arranged.

It was created by psychos, the sick, deranged.

Money is God and from it kings are ordained.

Compassion for their people is a gesture feigned;

Kiss babies and shake hands in an expensive campaign;

Or buy low and sell high for a portfolio gain;

Or print shirts and sell hats proudly displaying a name;

They all show different faces but their smile’s the same.

Their agenda is so simple it’s akin to a game,

You do it without thinking, it’s how you behave:

Wake up, pay taxes, buy shit, maybe save,

Make love, go to sleep, and wake up still a slave.

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