Christmas and New Year have came and gone,
Reality sets back in most minds like a bomb,
Return to a job, the monotony for money,
Slavery still exists and none of this is funny.
Living paycheck to paycheck, sick of this shit,
Too tired to look elsewhere, too poor to quit.
How is this life, nothing but to be worked and taxed to death?
Sat with colleagues, fell out the office chair, took your last breath.
So close to a retirement that was never going to be enjoyed,
The beast system wants us all to be unhappily employed.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Good write SM.
Thanks mate.
I had to bring in a certain alien - all I can think of here is: Does ET have any debts?! lol.
There is no productivity in idleness and the system can not grow and function without consumption so work, work and when you can no longer then please die soon so as not to be a drain on the economy is what I hear here. Well done
Exactly, all working for the economy lol. Thanks.
You are welcome
Much truth in this. Thoughtful read. Well done.
Thanks, much appreciated.
Shaun, this is raw and angry in the right way. It doesn’t posture or soften the blow…it just tells the truth straight through clenched teeth. That frustration is palpable. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thanks and guess that's what I was going for, cheers!
Rock on! You're welcome, my friend!
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