Society's Dinner

Like sometimes I forget my arms, The system has its many charms Its stomach is so big and warm That we forget we are its worms! There is no outside, we are safe Just grinding in this gooey cave! Paying taxes and keeping appointments Are for those who seek no enjoyments! Society, we are clandestine Grinders poking your intestines! Even though we re finely minced You can't digest our instruments! The system wants us for its food Most people will go down easy Some among them are pre-chewed And others merely greasy!