Low waged
Connecting each string two by two,
tying turning pairs into one by tying.
Prepping things for what I do to do,
packing what I am paid to be packing.
Twisting each loop one by one,
filling each bag that needs filling.
In time I will be done being done,
willing I am to finish what I\'m willing.
I hate this job.
A soldiers want
Tonight I lower my head and say goodbye,
face reality with my eyes closed.
Soft tears as I fight the cry,
soon in the darkness to be posed.
Zeroed in I find myself tonight,
targeted and my end is near.
Closed eyes with you in my sight,
I know this is what you fear.
Sorry my dear, my love, goodbye,
we both have each other to miss.
Thinking of you while I die,
wanting one last kiss.