Lamentations of a Proletariat

Lamentations of a proletariat Loaded to the brim, withouted in a pack of "obersver-non participants" folded like a wrap, yet forced to lack in the ranks of "server-run-anticipants" dare to pass a comment and... a knife to your jugular they claim to pass, yet, your life was the formulae all work and no play work work work and no pay take home pay? No way oh! how they dread our own payday! Bourgeoisies, yes! They ply overseas their remnants, our works, they oversee. We build the roads, yet can't posses the cars that ply same. Decyphering the codes, the confessors, the liars...we've been long in this game Suffering, yet been forced to smile -"all is well -my foot!" Oh! My root! My precedence...their loot!...my antecedence their brute, they rule...when they loot....we mute we've been stripped of our patience - robbed of our conscience. we've been hit, smite, spite, ...despite, we still fit they've been well bred, well fed, yet still got a lot to mend even when we miss, they don't give a poo! Though we do the roughs, their signatures they append. Oh! This road i ply, puts food on my table, shows me the bills and ...i babble Yes! It puts coin in my pocket girds my loins with debts "a regal quarter" "heads will roll"...let mine not be included lest my judgement became beclouded i've been spent, feeble is my might and... Last time i checked, ain't no other option in sight the unfortunante me i found myself in... we seem to be tied up!... but i know we will triumph a song been loaned, without a collateral A seed been sown Via the lamentations of a proletariat