Blue Collar BluesA Poem by Jay BaileyJobs 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 |
StatsAuthorJay BaileySyracuse, NYAbouti 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..Writing
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