Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Games on Beverly Hills
Output (English): the top percent think wea're all the same that wea're all contender in some kind of game this be america we should be grateful but homeless dying in the street doesna't make me feel thankful low tax free trade preachina trickle down those goddamn clown like we all start on level one but theya're bear and theya've already win like this be a game wea're tire of starving and we know wea're not to blame pay debt into our graf and then try to save one last dollar for college tuition but i know that you hate that because exploitation be your tradition try to trick u into buy our slavery make it seem like be rich be bravery and whenever i shout i dona't care for your minimum wage i get tell to get out what be you a fascist no ia'm just raise to recognize classist when ita's shove down our throat mcdonalds and big boat from china and mexico five dollar kid toy try to make slave from young boy and my neighbor he say the rich be gon na lower my tax but whoa's gon na pay for my healthcare when they take away the aca whoa's gon na keep my country off the street when the rich shake hand and it all really do become a game