The boss makes a dollar,
I make a dime
That was a poem
From a simpler time.

Now my boss makes a grand
While I make a cent
And he’s got employees
That can’t make the rent

When the CEO makes a million
And we don’t make jack
That’s when we riot
To take it all back

Now Mr investor
If this seems extreme
I have to remind you
It sure beats the guillotine