#wageslavery
Payday to payday
Is there any other way?
I’d call out a mayday
But what would I say?
I’ll pay it back someday?
But there is no way.
The outlook is gray.
Nothing saved for a rainy day.
Coins jingling in the pocket
Paper money makes no sound.
The coins are pennies and a dime
That I just found on the ground.
Some days my nest-egg can
Be counted as just a few cents.
I have grown used to living without
Much of a sense of recompense.
Payday to payday
Is there any other way?
I’d call out a mayday
But what would I say?
I’ll pay it back someday?
But there is no way.
The outlook is gray.
Nothing saved for a rainy day.
Nothing like any kind of income
About which I can easily brag.
No shiny stuff, never any bling.
No limo, no Rolex, no swag.
Though I did once dream of
Living in a ritzy sprawling place,
That kind of daydreaming is
For someone who won the race.
Payday to payday
Is there any other way?
I’d call out a mayday
But what would I say?
I’ll pay it back someday?
But there is no way.
The outlook is gray.
Nothing saved for a rainy day.
It’s often called The Rat Race
But I have a problem with that.
I saw a whole lot of fat cats
But I never saw even one rat.
I think it’s better to call them
What they actually happen to be.
They’re hard workers, underpaid.
They’re the working class, they’re me.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
Just to stay alive
we have to nose dive
eat dirt
give blood?
what good is good
when even feelgood
is no good.
No way?
no way are there thieves
on the highway
and
my right of way
denied me.
Dream on
it's all gone
and to thrive
we have to
nose dive
minimum hours and minimum pay
a minimum life maximising the day,
say,
can you spare me a dime?
you can ask them for nothing
and they ain't go the time,
you're in the way
except
when it comes down to
minimum pay.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC