I feel it, slowly creeping into me…
This feeling of hopelessness…
This badge of marked fear...
This mark of the lost middleclass...
This loss of innocence and freedom…
This lie…conceived to keep me in my place...
This on running joke held by the upper 5 percent...
This moral dilemma that I represent…

Why struggle for nothing?
Why give up my hours for nothing?
Why not just end it all now and save me a couple decades of stress?
Why worry about my children… they won’t be mine if I don’t stay…
Why worry about my bills, they won’t be re-sent my way…
Why worry about you, you obviously don’t seem to care…
Why starve anymore? Why work? Why live this never ending lie…
Why?

09/01/2003

Posted on 09/01/2003
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