Oh Lonely Bill, did you want this struggle?
Exploited and consumed by the greedy rich,
but stripped from the poor,
your woven fibers dictate our world.
But you don’t mean to cause such harm.
“You’re like a poisoned apple,”
they say because they consume and abuse you.
You’re what they want you to be.
They collect you to spend you.
What’s in it for you?
Poor misconstrued, abused, little Lonely Bill.
