Chained to the bills of life

We are chained to the desk of our lives,

We are chained to the money of ones and fives.

Think I am wrong, well state your case,

Tell me where I am wrong and I have no base.

 

Do we not work until the dark of the night,

How many of us look at the bills and have no fright.

Every leech is out there to separate from the little you possess,

Every pitch out there is to make sure what you have will become less.

 

Buy and buy some more is the words in the back of your mind,

And yet by doing that creates the need to slave at the desk, life is unkind.

How many of us wear bling and have the latest phone fad

.We need the fifty two inch television and the newest car, my God we are sad.

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