A Shout from a Hard Worker
Fall to the ground, you dirty swine!
No greedy liar shall have mine!
Taxed and found profiled past measure,
yet still feeling immense pleasure.
That's you isn't it, greedy pig?
Drinking some whisky, like a swig?
Trying to numb all of the pain
and trying not to go insane,
that's what we do everyday.
Do I see you crying? No way.
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