From dawn to dusk
I work my as off...
My caveman feet
and my ashtray hands
are nothing but living proofs
of years, eaten by the strategy
of the monster of wage inequality,
from a guy who spent his life fixing roofs,
And you keep telling me...
to work harder?
Now...
In a world that PhD's
are a 'must'
to drive
a cab,
all I can say is...
Where is our brains?
Where is our hearts?
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