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The structure of society, is for the most part, a triangle. With a very small number of very priveleged, powerful people at the top. And an enormous number of people, who are not so well off, at the bottom. Many of whom, most of whom, are slaves.>

The economy's frail and it'll probably fail you're a commodity everything even this song is for sale. You can sell people their faith, their basic needs or their interests, you can purchase churches start up a small business. We're all in this no matter the cost; integrity's price tag, morality's gathering moss. We the proletariat, the workers in the factory lost with bad salaries the reality is we'd rather be boss and she can suck your dick for free but she can charge a fee you claim to own the land that we live in and to a large degree keep food under lock and key I'm sick of your monopoly we can either build your pyramids or we become obsolete. Who was the first to see a market for plastic figurines of Jesus Christ and to use child labor in India so we could make it at a decent price? what will we do with the old when we're bored with the new? Will they still buy booze when they can't afford to buy food.

You best put your best foot forward but with a dress shirt. Yes sir.

God's people are competing for money not accumulating wealth just getting food for they tummy. God's evil, so we're suing him for malice for having us born into poverty and not a palace. So you can stick this phallus deep inside your trust fund, you inheriting all of the money leaves us none. What's done is done, a punishment for being born. You're so good at fucking me you should probably be in porn.

There is a tale of fantasy they call the American Dream, and it's been the ruin of a million young souls. God, where have you gone?

You best put your best foot forward but with a dress shirt. Communism just doesn't work, call it guesswork. But I am not for sale; your money isn't worth the effort. Instead of a resume I wrote you a letter with the F word. And it said "Fuck you, anal bead mother fucker" and I meant it. But when I got to the mailbox I chickened out and never sent it. I lamented on that, I regretted not regretting letting my anger speak for itself and everyone else to change the setting in my workplace. The worst case scenario you'd figure out that you're a jerk-face and I'm no longer scared to show a bigger mouth than the one calling me lazy because I have to have a coffee break just watch me take a lot off the top when I'm about to get off, okay?

Mothers, tell your children not to do what we have done. They're worth more than their wage; they're worth more than what they're paid. Tell them they don't have to be your slave.

You best put your best foot forward but with a dress shirt. Communism just doesn't work call it guesswork. Communism just doesn't work call it guesswork? But is this working, are you sure this is less hurt?

<We're talking about a very small class of aristocrats, and rulers, and they are supported by an enormous number, perhaps in the millions, of slaves, captives, and other people who are not aristocrats.