What Can I Or Anyone Else In The Future Do? Poem by Mark Heathcote

I don't want to be the master dog
I don't want to work looking down the barrel of a gun
in a chain gang with low-paid, unfulfilled, expectations
I don't want to be ruled and exploited
but you must by now know, understand
they have an agenda; it's all been a plot
that ends in a glass ceiling future, which ends in no future
where you, we all rot and live like featherless battery hens.
But you must by now be aware, understand
know that the janitor is one of your best friends
I don't want to be the master dog
I don't want to work facing the barrel of a gun
but what can I do, they planned it
when I/you were small, birth certificate a bill of sale
because they need, you and me waiting on their tables
they're the same people who introduced yesteryear's Roof Tax
they're the people who introduced today's Bedroom Tax
they're the same people who, introduced
Candle Tax (1709 - 1831) Wallpaper Tax (1712 - 1836)
they're the same people who introduced
Hat, Tax (1784 - 1811)
they're the same people who introduced
Playing-cards Tax (16th C - 1960) Soap Tax (1712 - 1853)
they're the same people who introduced
Brick Tax (1784 - 1850) Window Tax (1696-1851)
Fireplace Tax (1662 - 1689) Income Tax (1800 - 1816)
these are the people who care for me and you
what can I or anyone else in the future do?
Except, cluck some more and suck-it-up
before they tax even the air we breathe.