Spread so thin

My weak pale skin

Feels the burning sun

Ripping my bones

To the floor

Burden on my chest

Should we cancel it all

Put it to rest

Here we go

With little known

Make profit so we can show

All the skeptics the value of good

Or just let go

Let the piranhas win

Eat my flesh

Tear off my skin

Keep the capitalists happy

With a beaming grin