Work
Work, work, work, work, work.
Need cash they pay you just to get to work.
The home, taxes, energy, water’s flow,
& some fuel a car or two they run.
Buy food & clothes & communication.
The hairdos, acrylic nails, & temptation
Of booze, cigs, or the white line’s glow –
Odd night out & warmth when it snows.
Children demanding new crepes & coats,
It’s no joke. The bank say don’t be a jerk
& grab this credit: pay us back after,
As you work, work, work, work, work –
A charade said the sage in life’s parade,
In prison but not a cell in this matrix facade.
55 & good behavior they may let you go.
Can’t afford it? Can’t shirk till 66.
How long do you have to serve the lewd?
Watch out. It could just happen you.
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