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Economic servitude
has me in its chains,
Wall Street and the bankers
have all the money and the brains.

I owe, I owe to work I go
sang the seven dwarves,
off to slave away for them 
listed by Mr. Forbes.

All the years and hours 
put in on the job,
to put aside a nest egg
for them to legally rob.

Common thieves in Armani suits
Rolex Oysters on their wrists,
hiding behind bribed senators
as we watch and shake our fists.

Who will save us from these guys
from Washington and Wall Street?
Who will give us back our savings
we thought were ours to keep?

Will Superman or the President
swoop in heroically,
pack them off to prison 
and return my money to me?

We know that’s only in the movies
or Batman comic books,
because the government of America
has become a bunch of crooks.

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