Business Suits

No smoking, no drinking
No free-form thinking
Ideas are not your own
Formed from clay, you are a clone
In the mass, hearded like sheep
Your inner thoughts aren't so deep
From day to day you shuffle along
Humming to yourself a comforting song
Fighting a fight you know you won't win
So wage that war, prepare for the battle
The life of the Yuppie, branded like cattle.