O dark machine of capital,
conceived by Scots and Jews,
what you demand, I must provide;
no wise man could refuse.
For your laws are writ in stone;
the very laws of earth.
Thus I accept that I must be
a wage-slave from my birth.
You keep me clean and feed me well
and all that you demand
is every final part of me
from soul to busy hands.
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You need to write an Ode to William Cobbett too!
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