The Rat Race

Like a hamster

Treadin’ water under your heel

Desperate in survival

An easy out

Could be pills

Were it not for African DNA

Superior to Navy Seals

Like a hamster

On a wheel

I’m runnin’

But standin’ still

The lack of progress

Makes me ill

Psychosomatics’ a hell of a deal

But, I hear Dianetics’

Got a cure for that

Where the science of auditing

Can change the cat in the hat

To Clear-ly queen or king

Damn the Rat Race

To hell with the old Regime

In with a humane paradigm

Where unity reigns supreme

Off the Wheel

Where interest steals

Off the Wheel

Where crooks can appeal

Off the Wheel

Where justice has sight

And impoverished lack rights

Out of the Rat Race

Into new realms

Out of the Rat Race

Where truths’ at the helm

Out of the Rat Race

Where human rights are free

Where regardless of stature

All are treated with dignity.

A Simpy Fab Poem©

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