Illegal labor for corporate favor.

Pick a potion from the shelf
  in many hands it has been held.
They've packaged, and taped, and placed it themselves
  through hours of labor, their feet have been swelled.
All of these products that we purchase and use
  are packed at expense of those we abuse.
We overproduce, juice, and re-use,
  while disregarding those we reduce.

Seduce the public with colors and shapes,
  the workers, themselves, are easily replaced.
Without names or a friendly familiar face,
  hours are spent, and simply misplaced.

Pay us all "off the books"
  we are the victims and you are the crooks.
Lure us in with corporate hooks.
While shooting those promising grinning looks.

You know that you are just here for yourselves,
  but what if we all were compelled to rebel?
Our labor, we kept it to ourselves,
  while rigging machines so your name was misspelled.
The ants would excel, as the queen was expelled.
No longer would the rein of yours be upheld.
All of your plans would soon be dispelled
Your fourtune'd be shared by the common wealth.

But why should I dwell?
Such things wont occur.
I'm living my life in a personal blur.
Nothing will ever be peaceful and sure.
I'm a scientist in hope for unreachable cures.