While they're making billions to share amongst their selves,
Us working class are grafting hard like santas little elves.
Off to work and home again, this is how we live.
We give our days, they take our time; with feeble crust to give.
This crust they choose to give us, from their very meaty pie.
Lubricates experience which money cannot buy.
Money can't buy happiness and there's no price on love.
karma also can't be bought: when pushing comes to shove.
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