Freedom To Lie and Polish Our Path Evenly
Freedom/ slavery gestalt
What productions ensue
To get ahead and sequester the wealth
Without sacrificing leisure or health
Traditional paths wrought
Meet fault lines of fatal constraint
Free market bettors know ahead
To furnish class and a swollen bed
Its a good lie to tell
And what an enduring spell
Melting technologies, the wry adjustment
Polishing gold on titanic buttress
Be a good slave
And your freedom you will earn
Having much leisure to burn
And satisfy luminous craving
Model generations smugly implode
As the pension strategies erode
A numb cynical idea circulating
Running out the daylight in futility
All these antiques are left
The relics creak about in their shanty house
Framing wall paper and arranging eyelids
As they cling to a spiral demise
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