Fuck good living
This is coping
By whatever means possible
Meaning those cheapest
And easiest to hand
We weren't meant for this
The 9 to 5 grind
Churning out shit so
That they may live while we die
Working ourselves to death
So that one per cent
Of this worlds population
Can control ninety per cent
Of its wealth
How did we get lulled into
This lucid slavery?
How did they convince us
This was right and good
That making money for the man
Was the way to happiness?
It was fear,
That most basic of human motivators
Fear of famine/fear of plague
Fear of poverty/fear of old age
Fear of loss/fear of fall
Fear of poverty/fear of the pall
The stigma attached to failure
You see now how they offset
Their shortcomings as representatives
By pointing to the vagueries
Of the markets
And how much would your liver
Be worth in such a bearish climate
Could you even put a figure on it
If you had to sell it
Fucked as it is?
© shaun patrick green 2011
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