We’re dogs to the gods
That govern our lives,
Roadkill in the fast
Lane where hubris drives.
Scrambling for money
We hasten to go,
Fording the Styx
Without oxygen flow!
It’s no wonder us
Our masters despise,
But no reaper o’er
Our misery cries.
Our Fates are commanded
By the Furies we fear,
By fallen angels from
Heaven and hell so near.
