House of Cards.

Don’t be blinded by their joy

It’s fake

Not real

You’re nothing but a toy

For them to use

As much as they please

They’ll even force yourself

To get on your knees

To praise their lies

And kiss their feet

While family die

With nothing to eat

They’ll tell you to work hard

And just believe

You’ll achieve the American Dream

But old man Ron has been working here

For almost 2 decades

And he’s just as poor as when he first started

The bastard wakes up on the wrong side bed everyday

Why should we drop dead

For you to get rich

Do the work yourself

With the pay that we get

And then you’ll see why we bitch

But talking to you rich cats

Is like talking to a brick wall

Your end will come

When your House of Cards

Fall

~a sleepy ghost~

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