If I could, I would dress well for no good reason,
for no reason at all, other than not to work.
I say, you never see workers dressed to the nines,
conditions in the field require us to dress down,
on Sunday, we dress up, go to church in our best,
understand, I don't care for this type of lifestyle,
life is short, I have worked my ass off in shit jobs,
dead-end jobs for nothing, a paycheck in two weeks.
I say this life is short, at fifty, I am done
wishing I could be rich, have money to retire,
only gossamer threads and cobwebs in savings,
understand, I know how to save, but my income
leaves me with no option but to pay all the bills,
damned as I am, I can't even afford the rent,
deliver me, Lord, from debts to the IRS,
realign the stars, so I can pay off my debts,
earn a decent living teaching adults to read,
silly, you say, we all know how to read, but no,
silence from the workers too embarrassed to say,
work is work, we have no time to learn how to read,
even the signs we pass make no sense, a picture
leaves a better image to see than words to read,
leave us in ignorance, we are happy as is,
forget about my dreams to play drums in a band,
only now, I am old, too old to start over,
realize the body is for the young to love,
never have I been more sad than to not pay rent,
only now, I owe you, my love, years in back pay,
grant me, dear Lord, the opportunity
only to pay her back what I have owed for years,
on my word, my honor, now lost to my despair,
depression took over decades ago, no one
realizes how tough to live in a spiral,
endlessly sliding down to the pit of despair,
as hope fades far away with the light of sunset,
somehow the earth revolves to bring the sun at dawn,
on this note, my hopes wain to come back once again,
no sliding down the slope when I must rise above.
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