Following the famous and powerful
We trail,
Like the poop
Behind the goldfish tail...
Hollowing-out our dreams
and desire,
Just carry the briefcase
And don't dare tire...
Oh joyous is the powerful man,
Who does what he does, because he can.
And woe to us who follow his wake,
Meek-loyally, for a paycheck's sake.
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