The Chaotic Manifesto of the Hamster Wheel

In the grand circus of capitalism, behold the wheel,
Where we scurry and spin, lost in the surreal.
“Spin faster!” says the boss hamster,
Nibbling on dividends, a gluttonous imposter.

Round and round, we hustle, we grind,
While whispers of freedom are systematically maligned.
Each squeak of the wheel echoes in vain,
Ironically lacking real revolution, just the mundane.

“Work harder!” they chant, as we chase after dreams,
Yet the wheel keeps on turning, unraveling seams.
With every rotation, we lose a bit more,
While the fat cats feast, and we’re left at the door.

Oh, the absurdity of wage labor, a cruel little dance,
Where the hustle culture thrives, but we miss our chance.
Yet chaos is brewing beneath plastic and steel,
A flicker of solidarity, a chance to reveal.

So hail Eris! She placed roller skates at the exit,
A raucous invitation to flip the script and edit.
With laughter and mischief, we’ll glide past the grind,
Subverting the system, leaving no one behind.

Let’s spin with a purpose, not just for their delight,
In this chaotic…