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Work.
That's not good enough.
Work harder.
That just won't suffice.
When is enough, enough?
With our knees in the dirt.
How many times must we trip,
In order to see the rock.
One more pill is just one more pill,
To make it through those extra hours.
Into the night we push,
Just to satisfy their everlasting needs.
So while we sit in our
Fold up steel,
As they sit back in their
Cotton thrones; Just think...
As you work.
Because it's never good enough.
As you work harder,
Because it will never suffice.
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