We’ve found out everything we knew
That the elites are a cult exploring me and you,
Meeting up on islands doing whatever they do
Laughing and playing and committing abuse,
While we slave as the producers of wealth
Working for much less and under so much stress,
Eating shit not the finest things that effects our health
We eat processed food, while they eat fresh, which is the best,
But of which we cannot afford, on the wages they pay
And they now are looking for ways to automate,
Because you don’t have to pay for robots to become the new slaves,
And as for us we can perish away and they won’t care
On their luxury, yachts and their islands of sin,
As we starve and die and live out of bins,
Yes that is the future of their super AI high tech
We become irrelevant, not even second best,
To a Tesla automaton that follows it’s planning
They are researching new ways to make us all redundant,
But without a care of how we will survive
After being replaced in our jobs of low pay,
And it’s a joke, but one that’s being played on me and you.
fauxcroft 
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