I feel it, slowly creeping into me
This feeling of hopelessness
This badge of marked fear...
This mark of the lost middleclass...
This loss of innocence and freedom
This lieconceived to keep me in my place...
This on running joke held by the upper 5 percent...
This moral dilemma that I represent

Why struggle for nothing?
Why give up my hours for nothing?
Why not just end it all now and save me a couple decades of stress?
Why worry about my children they wont be mine if I dont stay
Why worry about my bills, they wont be re-sent my way
Why worry about you, you obviously dont seem to care
Why starve anymore? Why work? Why live this never ending lie
Why?

09/01/2003

Posted on 09/01/2003
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