Scraps are not enough

Sent from the skies they say,

Still no one there to play today.

You should be thankful they say,

Not enough to keep my belly full I say,

These dollars are hard earned as they fall from their pockets.

You can get to where I am if you just keep selling sockets.

Just let them tweak the system a bit up,

As my rights begin to tell me to shut up,

We are flakes you know,

Because we don’t have guns in tow,

But both sides are screwed,

Unless your eating solid gold food.

So open your eyes,

To greedy flies,

That live high in the sky,

And tell them why,

It is their time to cry.

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