Why

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...

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Comments (1)

LaceyQueen21
Hi madtat .. agree with mick.. very understandable.
Rich get richer on the backs of all hard workers.. hug wine
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