Poor man, I work for the rich to earn myself;
bread butter jam --
The longest marathon, short life’s sojourn,
car a must to run --
The rat race begun; need the fat sum
to repay my loan --
Fast as I can. Toil hard ten to ten.
In the bargain, become a shuttlecock
work hither to pay thither.
Money flows, from one rich to another
Via me, ‘The man on the run,’
Position constant; a privileged politburo
None, nor a capitalist hangman;
My status unchanged
Many a look-alike me, in between stand;
Exploited through n through
By a handful few --
The, pillar to post run up-to-date remain,
Ping-Pong - entertain --
Communists, capitalists gain. Profit all the same
The tug-of-war game --
Born riff-raff, it’s silly to complain. Eyes open drive on.