I was filling in the blanks
To get money from the banks
But somehow, they got the money from me
Then it’s back to turning cranks
With a bunch of burly Hanks
Still thinking capitalism made me free
It’s no wonder that I drank
When all my dreams just sank
Like a brick of gold got lost at sea
Daily I awake with a clank
Wish for power to pull rank
Fighting to remain in the bourgeoisie
Attractive platform planks
Always end up as pranks
As the monied cackle with heinous glee
Looking for workers to shank
Any time the economy tanks
All the while admitting inheritance is the key
When every hovel is dank
And not one leader is frank
The exit gets more difficult to see
I’ve got no one to thank
And no levers to yank
But still dream of being an escapee