Wither I go
Or wither I stay!
Either which way
I have to pay!
Those masters above
Have kept me below
Tis a life!
I'd like to throw
We all act like puppets!
You can tell from our sockets
We only make it good
When we fill up our pockets!
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No doubt, you said Truth...