The Rusty Spoke

Recognizes the stifling power that our society has over us and our insignificance to it

We are spokes in the wheel of society,

The ever-turning wheel of society

One goes out, one comes in, the wheel continues quietly



The spokes travel in a circle that turns into a blur,

A rushing blur whose strength is mighty

The revolutions are the days, and questions aren’t raised

In the ever-turning wheel of society



Rusty spokes are no use, and are soon torn loose

For their obvious lack of piety

Your role is your roll, you’re a matching pole

In the ever-turning wheel of society