Interviewing For Demise

I came to interview for a job, instead I got a casket. The dead peasant investment, if I die I'll make them rich. Toiling and slaving at minimum wage, the cage, ...that can't pay a single bill, just amasses debt and waits to kill. If I die I'll make them rich. The casket that waits, becomes the itch... ...that saps my dignity. I take abuse, I skip my meals; what little I have, I feed my kids- ...but fatigue sets in anyway. I can't get sick, I can't get hurt, ...they'll take my pension, my pants, my shirt... ...they'll throw my gravestone- in the dump... ...I'm their slave now, If I die I'll make them rich. My kids will starve but they'll get theirs. My family can sue but no one cares, I signed the dotted line... ...now I'm their bottom line. If I die I'll make them rich.