On this day, the first of may,
I piss to celebrate with you.
You're my wage slave, I'm your master,
Formalities just a few.
Your labor on labor's day is well received,
Your dinner cooking in my gut.
On my way back the night falls,
I'll ship my shit to your hut.
There you can enjoy my turds,
In servitude but alone instead.
Or I can I come right by,
And shit on your silly head.
Show up on time tomorrow,
Or two hundred lashes on your balls.
That will teach you to hurry up,
When your master calls.
Don't ask for a raise or any praise,
I'm quick with my boot and poot.
Just do you goddamm job,
Or I'll aim my gun and shoot.
"Didn't keep my promise?
Do you think you're honorable enough?"
You're just a piece of shit,
Life that ought to be snuffed.
When asked to lie, you lie, or you die,
Capitalism has honesty hosed.
Next time you'll be buried all the way,
In a box with the lids closed.
