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Alarm clock screams, it's time to rise,
bye bye sleepy dreams, into the lows from last night's highs,
ready yourself for the line or the cubicle cage,
tell yourself you'll be fine, while you silently rage,
what new rules will come today,
avoiding the fools and the sheep that bray,
newsmen divide and your social feed echoes,
be careful with your pride or you're suffering woes,
reach for the dial and your favorite noise,
mile after mile with a secret weapon of choice,
how much longer can you keep it up,
bosses are getting younger, bereft of common sense in their coffee cup,
peso and the rupee got more value than the dollar,
dwindling value of a college degree, into the streets they scream and holler,
women acting like men and men becoming women,
asinine feelings are destroying the true feminine,
can't afford the things you want to buy,
living on a shoestring brings a heavy sigh,
us and them have increasing identity,
moans from bedlam have become normality,
T.V shows have lost the plot,
anything goes, it's nothing but rot,
advert breaks are just for big Parma,
they've got the pills for your latest drama,
another fresh face in the workplace,
someone's son or daughter sent for the slaughter,
the old are pushed aside and the youth have no pride,
tradition has begun to crumble, careful where you tread, you may tumble,
no respect for the true and too much ego for the false,
skies and seas no longer blue, people too quick to highlight your faults,
isms and phobias are handed out,
while ancient axioms are argued about,
can't help worrying about people,
hurrying and scurrying and running up the big steep hill,
so many fragile egos seeking likes and clicks,
just beggars with an empty bag of tricks,
frettin' and sweatin' what you're not gettin',
no one cares you're not thrivin' or gettin' thin,
for a cheeseburger and fries is a quick and easy meal,
instant gratification is the prize, gotta satiate the current feel,
local store sells things from foreign soil,
globalization has many hells, but who really cares of anothers sweat and cheaper toil,
keep on, keeping on, with no true goal in sight,
you're a king or a queen, not a pawn, deep down you know life isn't right.
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