Everything that’s wrong

They send you to some places That you tell them aren’t worth going Then they tell you it’s not good enough Because their revenue’s not growing.

There are a lot of problems They could solve if they desired But that would cost them money So instead someone get’s fired.

You know the sort of people Who cut you whilst they talk And when your blood has been transfused Tell you to take a walk.

Let’s not forget the leaders Who are followers with masks For a seat at the upper table They put their followers to task.

Whilst they lay the land to waste They laugh and lie with great aplomb All the while they promise They’ll fix everything that’s wrong.