Being poor in a secret fascist society.

I’m so fucking poor,
I don’t know what to do.
Should one lower their standards?
Why even bother with morals anymore?
This fascist society, judgmental and prejudice.
Doesn’t care about where we stand.

I choose a way of life, they tell me I’m wrong.
Well, then why bother teasing me with freedom?
Lock me up and throw away the key,
Until they find me I will remain free.

I try so hard to do what is right,
But there hasn’t been a job in sight.

You say my attire isn’t up to par.
What the fuck? I haven’t cared so far.
How do you expect the future will be?
When corporate fascism is thee!

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