Well I don't get money, how it trickles up, flows fast the begging bowl to the silver cup. There's folks with more cash than they could ever spend still reaching in the pockets of the working man. Nowadays the robber baron's back in fashion, doesn't give a shit about the lives he's trashing. Freedom of speech don't mean bribery. How come they get more freedom of speech than me. Last year I paid more tax than Mr. Exxon did. Suppurating wounds of the working classes. To save an extra penny, they break any rule. Dump toxic waste behind the elementary school. One thousand kids with cancer makes their bottom line, a bargain for the $7,000 fine. If I threw some poison over my back yard fence, I'd be lucky if I got a lifetime sentence. Where my tax goes I don't understand, always fighting some war in some foreign land. Their occupations there keep us occupied. They give us circuses and take our bread.
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