How can we bend like this?
Something is amiss, surely.
T’was signed prematurely,
This “Pure”-ly presented contract;
All words in abstract phrasing,
Written with poor pacing
But customer facing, for sure.
How else could we be lured?
And now we must endure this world,
We recklessly unfurled.
The same that once was hurled on them,
So we shouldn’t condemn,
Let’s relieve this mayhem somehow…

I think I’ve got it now!
Why should we pull the plow once more?
There are people less soar,
Comfortable with chores and dumb,
I bet they’ll work for crumbs,
Maybe even just some honey!
Kids these days are funny,
“Do you want some money, as such?”
Fair wage?! Entitled much?!