It takes a lot of sweat and grind
To keep illusion going;
That’s why the hot and fervent mind
Is always overflowing.
It needs to work both day and night
To keep up with the neighbours,
And yet it thinks it isn’t right
How much it always labours.
And so it seeks to break away
From what it sees as bearing
The burden of another day
With discontent and swearing.
That’s why it seems to take great pleasure
In illness, substances and leisure.
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