This complication of job culture We condone its ingrained course Why we hold so dearly this raping By the fossilized ethic of pride through work We carry the concrete on our backs The worn out basis of capitalist grief We struggle through days of poverty line pay & laborers pain Caustic reminder of lost days We struggle, at war with good wealth Turning our minds in constant turmoil The world seems closed & conceit infects Can't channel the anger & nothing resets except the days Look to vacate, but duty condescends the freedom to act Paycheck insults A wage for a dog Driven by industry & the collapse of thought The clocks & alarms can't awaken the fog Extermination through labor is all you can afford Only satisfied by the familiar We prepare the death costs unquestioningly We retire in 5 & die in 10 Lie, buy, rape, sty An exercise in futile strife