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Semiotics

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.

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