My Economic Recovery Plan

My Economic Recovery Plan

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg
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A coffee shop rant about the system and other bullsh*t

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Where I have I been?
Perhaps maybe dead--
Over these past few years
While my friends had smoke and beers
Swirling ‘round their heads,
I’ve been working for the pay I get
With bills unmet.
And still I’ve yet to meet
A single person who can tell me
What the Hell happened
To this world we live in.
Because I’m paying for the sins of others
Not just the mistakes of my father,
But something beyond me
And all this f*****g entropy.

Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven--
If so, then I long for hell.
Oh well--
I’d be there with brethren
Or at least the a******s who put me in this place
As they saved face
In their f*****g gutless arms race.

Pay the money to survive.
Pay for school so I can thrive.
Pay for it with this job,
And then get called a f*****g slob.
Sell yourself to get a job
To stand out in the f*****g mob.
Prostitution in this institution.
Kill all the fat cats with their cat nip.
That is my final solution.

It all comes down to just money.
Pieces of paper weighed down by society.
But f**k this s**t.  It ain’t for me

Because money can’t really make me happy?
Although what buys love and life and the pursuit?
What pays for the job where you wear that suit?
Friends and lovers are far away
When their the ones who have to pay.
It’s too legal for money to get you laid,
With necklaces and shiny cars and free drinks in s****y bars.

We’re all w****s to this thing we made.
We’ve all helped it with the time we gave.
Slaves or sultans of economy,
But trust me, it all comes with a fee.
We’ve all lost so much time and money,
And they say that time is money.
Compounded losses compounded with no interest,
And in the end I’ve put it to the test--
That time’s more money when you’re at rest
And in these words I’ve found that more is less.

© 2011 Dennis Shanaberg


Author's Note

Dennis Shanaberg
Just a rant made to rhyme, I guess

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Wow, very powerful. I really like this.
Perhaps I like this write because it seems real. Or perhaps I like this write because I myself have lost faith in mankind. A misanthrope, I believe thats what I've become.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I know your world is hard. I have four children. They went to school and are paying the debt with a low paying job. I told my kids. Education, education and more education. Don't create bills till you have travel, tested life and had some fun. Money had a purpose. Need to find a middle ground for peace and happiness. Good to read your poetry again. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

Mentor, OH



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