While You Were Making Love

       While you were making love
       At the orgy of parasitic drug addicts
       I was clanging a hammer upon an anvil
       At the work factory
       In the timeless day

       While the beautiful rich people in white clothes
       Were celebrating whatever it is that they celebrate
       At their elitist Caribbean resort
       I scrubbed toilets at the hardware store
       In service of an empty myth

       It is essential that an army of lowly little people
       Waste their lives in empty grubwork
       So that the weak and infantile upper classes
       Reside in comfort
       And don't have to think about anything.