Them pirates got us by the neck,

Walking over it like a wooden deck.

The feeling of a foot on an apple,

The voice of man is now a crushed felafel.

The men who say we should pay this and that,

Whilst sitting on a table eating and getting fat.

His secretary a lady who loves the curves,

Wearing the devil’s glasses and carrying a red purse.

First they say that 55 is Old,

But hey with good health they raise that a fold.

So now a few men and women in the race,

End up finishing 10 years later…last place!

But wait of course that isn’t all there is,

Manipulation is a most addictive Biz.

The bills that give the people light and heat,

Are as stressful as sleeping to a metronome beat!

Then the water that makes most our earth,

Is costed as if the supply a skinny girth.

Whilst they toil about in their papers of problems,

They spin about in this bottomless pit.

The solution? Let’s tax them for their Carbon bits!

Bah and all and all the do gooders say,

We must support it for being “Green” is the way.

Then again I see their house out back,

A barbecue ain’t cutting that dead cow any slack!

The fire on my fingertips draws this passion,

The world needs style not more of this fashion!

Though I feel the pain of the majority of we,

Whom have children they are bonded to and must feed.

Even I sit here and sigh,

For I want to support my parents who gave,

Within this system everything they could save…

For me to come to realise this,

I can bring an uprising meta-Fist!

They got us by the throats,

They got us by the throats…

But bit by bit we can crack em whilst they blister in their gloats.

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