“Take your pittance. For all your work.”
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You don't understand.
You sit there behind a fortune.
You sit there, removed from us.
Yet you tease us with money, some commodity for you but a lifeline for us.
You sicken me, you spoiled brat.
How dare you, when you are blessed to not suffer poverty.
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“Take your pittance. And appreciate it.”
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You don't understand.
You sit there behind your luxury.
You sit there, removed from us.
Yet you tell us to appreciate what we have, lecture like a scholar on the topic of our abuse.
I have nothing, you know that.
How dare you, when you take everything for granted.
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“Take your pittance. And invest it.”
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You don't understand.
You sit there behind your assets.
You sit there, removed from us.
And you tell us to invest, as if that makes a difference between meager cents.
You sicken me, how easy you have it.
How dare you, when you are able to grow hundreds in a moment without impact or worry.
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“Take your pittance. And spend it.”
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You don't understand.
You sit there behind it all.
You sit there, removed from us.
And you turn your back, you blame us for the economy.
I have nothing. You know that.
How dare you, when you actively abuse loopholes to avoid tax.
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“Take your pittance. And keep working“
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So that's what this is.
An order from above to falsely hope.
To secure our chains and confuse us.
From paycheck to debt.
A pittance. A meager difference.
To call us free when we're still bound to serve.
To reward us with the choice to sacrifice.
Between food, or rent.
You sicken me. You monster.
I have nothing.
How dare you treat me like that.