Masterful sighs and this concert in a
major key, takes a dive and like an addict
coming down it doesn't want to blame itself.
However, hands are bound and that train
cannot roll sideways, and we're gagging
on our tongues to pray to
mustache twirling villains,
"Oh my, God I don't believe in you,
but still, thank heavens it's all over!"
My family may say I have so much to give,
but everyone and everything is just
taking and exploiting the **** out of my life,
menial labor, minimum wage,
carbon-based education and where am I supposed
to hide?
I see the light at the end of the tunnel,
but I'm headed the wrong way.