9.2% Fed Up

Remember the days when we could complain about the skyscraper steeple with all the marketing people?
When it was boardrooms filled with lined pockets, 2-deeing the human touch?
The days before branding was a basic necessity, or convincingly sold as such.
I'm on an unpaid internship with myself; the ever-green naif watching how a self gets sold.
Just add red pumping blood and grow giant weary of fitting day's mold.
Got no key card to this bean-stalk brothel of iron and glass;
this broke stick, puttin' down stones, well-mannered whore.
Whoa Jack, can't take it no more can't take it no more:
We the people Souls, scheming One Refreshing Roar!