Part of the rush to work,
It will slow down once business has started,
A fact you musn't shirk.
Left are those who aren't on business time,
They're either rich or poor,
Free to think on what their lives could have been,
And what everyone else's work is for.
They are all listening to the music,
Made for their lot in life,
If such arts were not there to console us,
Can you 'magine the strife?!
The time to think,
Left to our own silence?
Maybe this structure we have ain't so bad,
It excites the lambs and soothes the lions.
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