As I Dire Breathe
Got free range to roam
in a plastic dome, poorhouse farm
The debt fence keeps rooster clock me
from payment parachute, golden eggs liberty
Oh, such pecking order karma harm
It’s a butcher’s credit card discount
when it comes to job security
Know for scramble sho’ ...
my life savings gonna bleed
Chicken-hearted, I apathetically
suburbicon move with merit barrier ease
On promotion poverty, I ghetto feed —
The coin crumbs are tossed down
with oval grin fox charm,
to these vote-spinach weak,
scrawny Popeye arms
What’s to become of
upwardly mobile downtrodden me?
I feel the oppression fire,
as I dire breathe
in corporate henpeck attire
So many cubicle drones on a dollar swarm
Got our pension papers
going up in puff severance flames
From the $$ penthouse cigar smoke alarm
Career bobble head success,
it ain’t nothing but frying pan bad luck:
Just no-fault blame
Omelette integrity “yes” chasing a buck
is a sour cluck shame
What’s to become of
downwardly mobile uppity me?
I feel the ambition, pink slip heat,
as boardroom boss dragons say:
To profit prey
is why they fire breathe
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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