Why...? Why am I going to go to a place everyday...? Smiling and acting like I want to be there...? Because that is what is expected of me? A cog?, A wheel in the machine? I'll make this b*tch spin. For what...? So I can help the rich get further ahead...? Others who don't give a damn about me personally? Wouldn't sit across the table from me and break bread? Silver Spoon Mother f**kers who are already well off ? Really...? Tell me why should I sweat for you? Why should I help you to my detriment? How is it that I became your slave? Tell me again why I need you. A virus..., Plague..., Nasty sickness. Sucking my f*cking life away. Never again...Never..., I will die first...
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Posted: Mar 2021
About this poem:
Got tired of being overworked, underpaid, underappreciated everyday...
Comments (1)
Rich get richer on the backs of all hard workers..