Bent
And forward
With a neck leaning down
And a spine sticking out
Slouched
And covered
With a hand reaching out
And a heart falling down
Crouched
And beneath
With a foot falling down
And a shoe sticking out
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole.
We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul.
And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won.
We must run, we must run, we must run.