sucking my juices dry
these primeval beasts
asking me to be contented
for my reward is in heaven
giving me pie in the sky
when i go hungry and thirsty
raising choking clouds of dust
with their fast imported cars
bickering over titles and trinkets
enslaving us in false cosciousness
in those cobweb laden huts
fertile ground for macchiavellian ideas
am i a victim of the system
built on people's misery
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