I am my own person

I refuse to be your servant

In your Neoliberal nightmare,

I won’t bow down to orders

I live in an existential dream,

And though it may be against your rules

I believe the only authority is within me,

I won’t live your life of systematic fodder

I will thrive in my own individuality,

I’ve experienced the suffering you inflict

And it’s not something I now choose,

Living life the hard knock way

Scrimping and scraping through poverty,

While you sip on Champaign and eat the finest foods

I won’t be your puppet dancing on your strings,

I will dance to my own tune and do my own thinking.

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