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.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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