Working For Stuff I Do Not Need Poem by Saul Palti

Its time to get a job
far from the twisted lies
hop on board and become a snob
hear the tears and cries

I could afford a house and car
drink wine and beer at the country bar
stain my teeth yellow
and welcome the day with a hello

I remember when I was a baby
my mother would take care of me
much of this was comparable to slavery
now its time to earn some doe and get free

just an interview to go
its either a yes or a no
then comes the big grand pay day
here it comes no more fun and play