This poem makes no cents.

We’re all a slave to the black

Keep running running the track

Say you’re done but soon you’re back

Without it life’s out of whack

Keep the cogs turning no room for slack,

See the truth have a panic attack.

In this world the odds against us stack

But it’s worth it to buy your new Mac

Go on the web check out that girl’s rack

Anything that can serve to distract

You’re a slave to the system that’s fact

What can we do to break the contract?

Open your eyes see it’s all an act

Don’t be imprisoned by chains of tact

If you speak your truth you get attacked

But just do it, by me you’ll be backed

To tell you the truth, I just wanna die

Every day I go live another lie

I’m chained to the game and I don’t know why

My life’s a series of sigh after sigh

It’s comforting knowing the end is nigh

Save the world? Why try?

Faith in man? Not I.

I just want to go home to the sky —

I just want to spread my wings and fly —

To the fools I want to say, bye bye —

They don’t know I’m bi,

And they don’t know I’m not fully a guy,

Even though I am anything but sly —

I wanna go out in a dress, no tie.

I want it all destroyed —

Where’s my generation’s Pink Floyd?

But man must hope.

What else has he to cope?

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