Boss makes a dollar,
I make a dime,
That was a poem,
For a simpler time.
Now the boss makes a hundred,
And the workers a cent,
While he has employees,
Who can’t pay their rent.
Why wait till the boss makes a million,
And the workers make jack?
It’s high time we riot,
And take our world back.
The bit about you all capturing a monkey, and deciding it was a Frenchman sailor/ spy is particularly humorous, though I do feel bad for the monkey.