False Prodigality Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

We were not meant to be menial people
that work for a collective few so that
they could get all the credit for everything
that has been produced by these efforts.
We slave away just to survive so that
we can watch our meaningless television
shows that entertain and occupy our minds.
We are slaves towards these minor goals of success.
We succeed only to be forgotten.
We are so many and our owners
are so few and they live long lives
because we put ours on the line
so they can sit to think about their false prodigality.
They own all the land and they own all the people
only to mistreat them as if they were caged muts,
but they are great because their friends own the newspapers.
If they would only give back, I would not complain.