Robber Barons

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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Planned Obsolescence

We're all just planned obsolescence,

All r bodies sitting on a fence.

Don't dare spend another cent,

Our GDP relies on all R debt.

We're like a broken TV set,

A resisters gone, I'd hv a bet.

So go think ur TV is a wreck,

N spend a grand on credit debt. 

We r all just cogs in their machine, 

A Robber Barrons Capitalist dream. 

There ain't no good life 2 b seen, 

Your just funding politicians dreams.

What happened to the socialist parties? 

They swerved 2 the right 4 lobbiest smarties. 

Arthur Scargil n his worker armies,

All got beat by SAS horse rodees. 

Northern towns all turned dead, 

No jobs, dole was 3 million a head. 

So people turned 2 drugs n death,

N £ spent, cud hv kept jobs instead. 

We need a new peoples party, 

No lobbying n £ spent properly. 

No endless wars, debt is costly, 

Nationalise our shit, R train traks R all rusty. 

We're all just planned obsolescence, 

The world's breaking the global fence. 

N if u think this lifes 4 u, ur pretty dense, 

I said my rhyme, that's my 2 cents. 

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