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  1. iolloyd revised this gist Jun 14, 2017. 1 changed file with 16 additions and 0 deletions.
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    From the unnatural sound from a modern thing,

    a ring of a clock, a waking bot,

    The dream through toil of a better day,

    paid for with time and the daily grind

    As slaves to a system of a fiat master

    plasticine killed for an ipad screen

    And human links more broken yet,

    and yet ignored, we're never bored,

    The TV, the nation's babysitter,

    Glittering celebs to fill our heads

    with constants ads to feed our greed,

    the need to buy, don't question why,

    the wait for friday night to drink,

    to sink away from the toils of the day.

    The weekends' formula plays out it's script,

    Picked for us, don't make a fuss.

    And there comes darkness at Sunday's end,

    Pretend you feel like another go on the wheel.
  2. iolloyd created this gist Jun 14, 2017.
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    From the unnatural sound from a modern thing,
    a ring of a clock, a waking bot,
    The dream through toil of a better day,
    paid for with time and the daily grind

    As slaves to a system of a fiat master
    plasticine killed for an ipad screen
    And human links more broken yet,
    and yet ignored, we're never bored,
    The TV, the nation's babysitter,
    Glittering celebs to fill our heads
    with constants ads to feed our greed,
    the need to buy, don't question why,
    the wait for friday night to drink,
    to sink away from the toils of the day.
    The weekends' formula plays out it's script,
    Picked for us, don't make a fuss.
    And there comes darkness at Sunday's end,
    Pretend you feel like another go on the wheel.