Monday, September 8, 2008

Poetry: "Dead End Job"

Poetry:  "Dead End Job"
           Working a mind-deadening dead-end position
            Don't have health-care; Can't see a physician
             Just have a job, not a career
             Soon my bills will be in arrears
             Prostituting myself for minimum wage
             Almost as bad as a life in a cage
             No wonder I feel a sense of rage
              Trapped in a dead-end job
              My livelihood feels like it's been robbed
               By a cabal or executive mob
                My lack of a trade
                Makes me afraid
                 That success in life has been cut like a blade. (tbc?)

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