Riddles and
games
Your mind
they will frame
And lock
behind a closed door
They poke
and they prod
You mumble
and nod
Not knowing
you lost your way
It’s not
your fault
Oh we all
know that
But you sat
on your ass
Let the rich
men get fat
Hey what did
you have to lose?
You’ve grown
ugly and old
And there’s
a gaping hole
In what
remains of your immortal remains
So kids what
have we learned?
If you sit
on your butt
While the
corporate slut
Decides to
take over your life
Don’t cry or
complain
Or beg to
explain
Cause in the
end you all burn
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