The bills
are late, the rent is due, fridge is empty and moldy too.
Got no time to plan your career, find something quick, get into gear,
take what you can just for a year, or so it seems to go.
Desperation
is the downfall of many.
The willing welfare workers dream of life above the poverty line, even for
a day.
Not unlike the itching individual who violated my vehicle and liberated the
guitar within,
to trade for a little dose of his urgent whim.
Desperation drives the frantic who forage for a moments peace of financial
relief
and blow it when it comes, a new cycle has begun.
They jump the hoops and eat the treat, lather, rinse, repeat.
It is a near impossible leap to stable victory from psychological defeat,
when you are told you've reached your peak.
Who can blame the angry eight an hour man
about being left out of the million dollar plan, except the one on top.
Dawn to dusk they slave away, no time to look for better pay,
while hatred builds it's arsenal within a man too weak to stop.
On occasion
they are offered a way,
it is bundled with the burden of overseeing their fellow underlings
and finding a way to boost moral while cutting pay.
Offered more responsibility for the same wage,
to be the grim reaper among the workers,
looking for who is going to be set free.
Standing silent from afar while axes fall
and pride infects the easy wounds of poverty.
So it's their fault for being this way, should have stayed in school you say,
because you know what's wrong with them,
lazy loafers of generational welfare kin.
The folks
with cash understand education is in demand,
all you need is a degree, it's fucking easy.
Hey poor man be like me, the bank can loan a university,
you pay it back interest free and if you can't, come work for me.
It is hard
to stay calm when it seems like the world is out to take what little you have.
Fear breeds delusion and panic leads to desperate acts.
When the folks who run the day to day are under paid it leads to animosity.
I am a misguided idealist I guess,
I have always believed that hard work and dedication bring fortune.
It is hard for me to accept that what it really takes are the ruthless skills
of exploitation.
The real shitty thing is knowing that money won't help for long,
poverty is a lifestyle of defeat.
When one believes that those with more are better or even sufficiently different,
it makes it easier to believe that one is a lost cause failure.
Cash is hard to come by, so spend it when you have it, buy things, act rich.
I claim no solutions here, this is just what I see around me.