Disease breeds
In the Great Unwashed.
The common as muck,
They’re raising the cost.
The suits and ties
Cram the commuter trains.
Where deep pockets
And bloated bellies
Stand in place of brains.
Your rules of course,
Cannot apply to me.
But look at that foreigner.
He brought the disease.
So I’ll keep hoarding
And glutting and flouting the law.
I’ll inflate my prices
And make them pay more.
Disease feeds
On the Great Unwashed.
In suits and ties, it breeds and waits.
‘Til the chance comes to infiltrate
The common masses.
You and I.
They can’t be touched
And they won’t die.
So they’ll make their deals
And supply the demand.
Yet the Great Unwashed
Can’t clean their hands.
They’re getting desperate
At the end of a rope.
They cry for relief
With little hope.
But the suits and ties
Keep spreading disease
And there are just
Too many mouths to feed.
Our enemy is invisible.
Our enemy is greed
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