Capitalism was designed 2 be a bad bet,
N this Skrew can't get u out of bankers made debt.
But in world full of dollar driven crime,
It's a self inflicted crime 4 me not 2 rhyme.
So whether u owe it, or don't even know it,
Or hv blown it, or just don't want 2 show it.
Those chains around R collective brains,
R all just Robber Baron crafted pains.
So get ur head out the paper jail clink,
N prevent Wall St more cash 2 drink.
4 all that money u hv in the bank,
R just digital nos meant 2 rank.
Your worth 2 the governments police,
Give names 2 the Inland Revenue next 2 fleese.
We can't afford 2 feed or house the poor,
But there's always enuff 2 fund another war.
Starvation of the broke world masses,
The division of common man into classes.
R all just more Deep State ways,
To eek more money out of us 2 pay.
For their mansions, cars, butlers n planes,
Whilst u sit trapped, stuck on inside lanes.
So stop 2 help fund the 1% connected few,
N crush those glass high towers, n start anew.
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