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Planet Corporon
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Warriors of the night
Wingtipped warriors of the night
barbarians, social blight
redefining wrong and right
warriors of the night
Corporation mother's scum
sit lizard like neath neon suns
they bob and weave
yet bow to none
warriors of the night
Harlotry, sister dear
all understand and draw her near
they'll sell their souls
to eat it whole
warriors of the night
Vampirism They embrace
draining you to win the race
they'll bleed you dead
to get ahead
warriors of the night
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Team Effort
Pablum pure and simple
replaces sense these days
days are filled with nonsense
power must be played
Mediocrity is team effort
true craft is rarely found
finding crafty middlers true
is a science without bounds
Hearty peals of, attaboy!
echo loud in corporate halls
halls spittling corporate echos
emasculate the soul
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ETC...
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A youthful wingtipper from Denver
Tried hard every day to remember
What real life was like
Ere the corporate hike
And the loss of his brain to provender
A corporate type from Dallas
lived daily to nuzzle his boss
he gave up his life
three kids and a wife
for ten attaboys and a watch
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