Collared and Caught

The Bachelor walks in through the door
Utterly exhausted, just spent
He reflects on his problems; Capitalism the core
Forced into labor, someone has to pay rent
Is this really all life holds?
The question ferments until it bubbles
Man is a doll made from one or two molds
Let us break this cycle to erase our troubles
There must be a way to attain liberation
All collared men equal as slaves
Working hard while underpaid, fighting inflation
These late night thoughts revealed countless graves
Living to work how twisted a thought
We are all mice the cat has caught.