
Oh, look at them— The ruling class in their bespoke suits,Lounging on thrones made of our unpaid overtime,Sipping champagne like it’s holy water,As if their greed is a sacrament.Blessed are the billionaires,For they shall inherit everything. But hey, we’ve got a different gospel.One with sharper edges. See, the guillotine isn’t just a tool;It’s a conversation starter.A little icebreaker for the out-of-touch,A friendly reminderThat you can’t hoard the whole bakeryAnd leave us fighting...




