After a long week at the job,
the demon voices in our heads scream in fury,
they rage at our better angels
who agreed to the working life,
all those many years wasted
on waged servitude.
After a long week of torment,
the voices of the demons
grow so loud and violent,
that we have no choice, but to escape
in the bottle, the powder, the *****.
No matter how intoxicating the self-abuse
those demons continue to murmur.
Much in the way we’re indentured
to the system that imprisons us,
the demon voices in our heads
will never leave.