Blue Collar Blues

Blue Collar Blues

A Poem by Jay Bailey
"

Jobs that kill you on the inside, then the outside

"
Alarm tone drags you from sleep
Tap the button and pray for just five more minutes
Fighting inertia, dragging your miserable flesh out of bed
Another day to fake it all over again
Come to a place that's cold and uncaring
Filled with lost souls with dead eyes
Who smile at you cause being civil
Is a courtesy that even dead people
Still abide by
Fall into a corner in the darkest place you can find
Try not to be noticed or recognized
They say fake it till you make it
I'm faking it till they throw me out of here
I refuse to fight for something I have no stock in
I won't be told I should care
When I am not given a reason to care about any of this
It's a constant reminder that you can Trojan horse it all you want
But eventually you will be found out
There is no honor among the under paid slaves of the corporate working mans land
Blue collars with sweat stains
Pain in the corners of your eyes
Muscles sore from misuse
You're only worth the time between functional and broken
And when they break your body down
They will make room for the next chump

I have no illusions about this
I came here to slack off
This was a paycheck and nothing more
This was a rung in a ladder
I used this to get out of a hole
And now it has worn out its usefulness
I am not stuck here
I am capable of more
I just need to believe that there's more
Before my eyes go as dead as the rest of these people
And they stomp out the last ember
That I have inside me

© 2016 Jay Bailey


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This actually brought me way back to my first office job. Stupid engineering firm. The smiles were there, the civility was not. I surely did not care about anything there, and couldn't grasp why they did.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on August 20, 2016
Last Updated on August 20, 2016
Tags: dark, life, sad, depression, love, pain, poetry, romance, mystery, adventure

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Jay Bailey
Jay Bailey

Syracuse, NY



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i tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..

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