Grandad made a dime.
But that was a poem
From a simpler time.
Boss made a thousand,
Gave my Dad a cent.
But that coin paid the mortgage,
Or at least it paid the rent.
Now bosses make a billion,
And give us workers jack.
Then smugly blame society,
For the labor that they lack.
Grandad made a dime.
But that was a poem
From a simpler time.
Boss made a thousand,
Gave my Dad a cent.
But that coin paid the mortgage,
Or at least it paid the rent.
Now bosses make a billion,
And give us workers jack.
Then smugly blame society,
For the labor that they lack.