Another day with nothing new
The same jobs you are employed
The poor of Nairobi and Timbuktu
With your life would be overjoyed
.
You drive your car to the factory gate
Clock in with employment code
Bang on time and never late
Regularity is so bestowed
.
The production line the speed is set
You pace your work to fit
Work steady never breaking sweat
Hygiene rules would not permit
.
Your car the latest in the line
The payments through a loan
The sales pitch you could not decline
For goods you’ll never own
.
The production line that you serve
To make your company strong
Conformity you must observe
Where did your life go wrong?
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