Obsequious

Worker drones toiling set on a singular goal
Their eyes to the ground
Awash in a group mindset
The proletariat's fingernails are choked with dirt
Soot covers everything on the horizon
Independent thought is distracted by soundbites
You fit snugly into the role of the pawn
We strive for consumer utopia
As we blindly dig our own graves
Preserving our way of life
Contributing to our disease