I build their dreams
And watch
The disintegration
Of my own
The blowback coats the lips
That i press on a cold grave
A plot i have paid for in time
Stitch my heart onto a time clock
Enslave my devotion and shackle me to hollow ideals
A spreadsheet for my indenture
A smile for every time they spit in my face
The poor man’s burden
Nothing else exists when I’m in this f**ing hole
An outside world i am not invited into
That has forgotten who i am
The gra** is never greener
Things can always burn darker than the dollar bills
That flow through the bloated veins of commerce
Greed-a plague on our f**ing city
Control them with financial suffering
For it rings tried, tested, and true