until
they die, they die
most will
buy, to buy
never
try to try--
just waste
time, and mind--
stare
at
the
clock--
and sigh, and sigh--
workin' hard for
high a price
never asking--
"why? O why?--
should I shy
my time awry?"
for the boss man--
so snide, and wide--
come march the
swine, in line--
O they'll
whine and whine--
yet watch 'em make
good time inside--
to the factory
lines obliged
only but
inside their minds--
in the binds
of dire lies
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