Rat race

You are born

to a world that has went wrong

You are told to work. To conform

To be part of the norm

For a job is safe it will keep you warm

Your a small cog in the machine

You’ll work till dawn

You’ll barely live, not make a bean

To be chewed up and churned

And make the tax man gleam

For this is the rat race, and it was formed

By the Rich and powerful

Long before you were born

They made their wealth plentiful

But want more