Suited Robots

Actions, 'They' say
Speak louder then words
But you can't hear 'Them'
With a ear full of my verbs

You can't see 'Them'
'They' strap you up with the blinkers
Tunnel visioned population
Produces narrow-minded thinkers.

Yet all the while we'll be
Creeping in your peripherals
Until the day you realize were all
Just a collection of individuals.

That being different is not cause for exile
That being normal dose not mean you lack
Your own substance or style.

That having a shitty job dose not mean
Your just, Part of the system
But if you take only one thought from me
Then listen...

Don't be these suited robots
Who consider colleagues as their career victims
Programmed to locate managerial arse's
Brown-nose and kiss them.

For some it's inherited
Props to Pops for me that's not the case
You might have a bit more money then me
But there's still shit all over your face!