Of all the dreams I’ve ever had
Not even ones of those turned to glad
All of the rainbows
All of the sun
Turned out in the end
To be no fun
Still no direction in my life
Thanks to all with the knife
Can’t decide on your own
They will tell you where to get your bone
This is where you are to be
Money, money, don’t you see?
That’s all life seems to be about
To those greedy and their clout
Where is my happiness then?
Surely not with the computer and pen.
You never let me be myself
So I still sit here upon this shelf
Twenty years later and still no smile
But that’s okay because I got a mile.
No pure joy
Just a job
And going down
More than a slob
Tears every day
But that is ok
When you consider all the pay
Certainly it’s worth it to panic each day
Otherwise you don’t get your pay.
Copyright 07/2019