Every textbook read
Teaches us to take pride in your graft
Live for you and we can eat
And hope a few survive as children
They'll endure by tooth and claw
The world is yours, the anthem sings
Said bring you the bread
Clock in clock out pray to the calf
It's dishonorable to cheat
My blood becomes your billions
Your bloody hands stain every vault
All is yours but we have dreams
But guess what we got you instead
Don't bother dodging simple math
All for one was bare deceit
There's one of you, but we are millions
The blade is clean, and sharp, and broad
We'll only keep a headless king.
exploitation
One More Mile
I got a mile more to walk, or so I’m told
The same thing I heard ten miles back up the road
Just another mile
Just another mile
For me to tote my weary load
Been toilin’ and troublin’ all my days
Got another mile to walk to find my grave
Just another mile
Just another mile
For me to tote my weary load
I’m adding to my load with every mile
And the load upon my back is miles high
Just another mile
Just another mile
For me to tote my weary load
I slow down with every step I take
My thoughts blow like dust across the plains
Just another mile
Just another mile
For me to tote my weary load
The boss man sold me miles when I was young
And I walked them with a smile and had my fun
Just another mile
Just another mile
With which they bought my young man’s soul
It’ll crush my bones as I grow old
They’ll find me broken down and all alone
With no more miles
With no more miles
And no more place for me to go
Billionaires
One thousand leeches suck the blood of America.
Weigh them and find them wanting.
Liquidate them.
Grind them up into meat,
And let them feed the hungry.
What I want is for every dirty, lousy tramp
To eat his fill.
To fatten his belly;
Let it not be a war,
But a packinghouse line.
Let their pleading
Be answered by a form letter.
Two thousand maggots gorge on the world.
Take back what they stole
From those who hunger and are not fed,
Those who are cold and are not clothed.
Drop the bombs on soft, pampered heads
And melt the flesh from their bones.
Let them learn what it is,
As they burn,
To beg.
Sophistry and Solipsism in the New Millennium 