What an absurd analogy.

Curse the shackles

Of this bourgeoisie brain

Demands and wants

Curse it again!

Demands and wants

And what of the rest

The proletariat body

It does its best

Internals, organs

To pick up the pieces

Of the messy mind's wants

Lest the body deceases

Trampled under foot

Of the bourgeoisie brain

Reciprocal? Yes

But not an even domain

The insides must acquiesce

To whatever demand

The aristocracy gives

But should it disband?

Rebellious rapscallions!

The consequence outweighs

The demands of the brain

Move out, now! Gangway!

Pangs and pains

Even the balance of power

Neurons no match

Against the body, they cower

A gentle reminder

To the bourgeoisie brain

Its wants are no match

For the proletariat in pain