What a sorry excuse for a human life
You've become over the many years
Running on your wheel out of spite
You're no less than a lab rat here
Feed the corporate nation your time
In return you're allowed to live longer
But you'll keep on feeding the crime
Forevermore keeping them stronger
Will you ever be able to break the cycle?
This life isn't what it appeared to be
Getting regrets now, doubts recycled
You keep the wheel spinning for all to see
Living your day to day a rat in a cage
Always doing exactly what you're told
You finally break the cycle in your rage
The wheel's now stopped, grown cold
Now with a cog missing,
The system grinds to a stop.
The system is now out of luck.
The system has just been f**ked.
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The system grinds to a stop.
The system is now out of luck.
The system has just been f**ked.
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I love the first stanza, nice setting up of the lab rat analogy, and you let it flow so nicely. Thanks for sharing, this, a fine write indeed.
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This is mainly about society, and how the meaning behind life's been undermined by greed, and having a job attributes to that. The system, in other words, is the government. All we are is cogs in the machine to them.
I know that everyone has to have a job, but you don't have to give yourself to it entirely like the guy in this write did. lol
Thanks for the comment!
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Lol. I had to laugh at this. I really liked the meaning behind this one. The system is deff fucked up.
Nicely done on this one. Now do me a favor; and write something happy please? 
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lol..I will try. I need to pull from something, though. I've had a pretty fun night so far so it might be a bit easier than usual.
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