Crusoe

How's your job with no point
How's monotonous grind
Follow orders they give
Pay the credit that binds

Make a Facebook account
Find some 400 friends
Is it kittens they like
Not the things that you send

True opinions lie low
Leaving you like Crusoe
Social media farce
All our heads up our arse
Sate the urge to be seen
Make an internet meme
Give it plenty of zing
But it won't change a thing

Suffer life on this earth
Sophia's promethean fire
All the hatred they sell
With the plots they conspire

Magic bullets abound
Watch three crumbling towers
Your fake freedom of speech
Taped on telephone wires

What are you supposed to do
Are they looking at you
Do you keep your mouth shut
Well believe it or not
You are not on your own
To know fears overblown
By establishment lies
To keep us down to size



Credits
Writer(s): Bread And The Man
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