Jump, jump. Just kidding.

Hear as I softly and ever so sweetly
Convince you to sign this dark treaty.

For the Few

Cut us with taxes, then watch as we bleed;
Ignore all our cries as we scream out in need.

I’m a shell filled with fears that never bleeds tears

They make wages so low to keep us repressed
Then pump us with pills when we’re all depressed.

Silver linings and thorns, all combined.

Inside, a void, but is it created by us;
The emptiness felt by those who’re not pious?

You can be anything
If you can afford to.

Let go of your keys, don’t be so rude,
I am man, and I’m in the mood.

I only want a life lived easy,
Why does that make our masters queasy?

Is this my fate?
To find such a mate,
Who’s colour can copy the sun.