We're just treading water,
jumping on the spot,
we got nothing and
they've got the lot

very nice for them
(Said in a sarcastic voice)
when we have no choice
but to do as they want.

I'm wanting out of it
there's only so much
*******
that one can shovel
and I've shoveled
a shitload.

The road
if it is indeed a road
to recovery
is somewhere
inside me
and not a signpost
in sight.