Why are we still open?
This tiny, podunk gas station
is smaller than my living room
It's impossible to be distanced inside
and the big gas station across the street
makes us redundant
But Big Owner Man Joe
Who Signs the Paychecks
wants to squeeze every penny from us

They swear that we're heroes
But we all know the truth
That we're desperate
and profitable
and disposable

Hundreds of thousands of lives lost
Because prevention is fiscally inconvenient
for the ones up top
who've never worked a day in their life
Others storm the capital with guns
to protect their right to infect us
We are the heroes of circumstance
Who have no choice
no chance
no hope

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