How much sleep you get,
If in a day you feel that you have come,
One step closer to eliminating debt,
Until the point when you neither have,
Nor owe anything,
Which is closer to a bum on the street,
Than society's majority,
Who have less than zero but live as though,
They make twice as much as they do.
Slavery, in the modern age,
Looks an awful lot like you.
Alright, alright,
No one is whipping your feet.
But ask yourself, are you free to do what you want,
Sixty hours out of your week?
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