Working Class Poem

My life category is working class so I'm a slave

I work long hours, 5 days a week for minimum wage

infuriating I remain as this government has me in this cage

drug addict's and lazies get free cash flow for doing nothing with their day

we as worker's are clown's to the system

we think we are free when really, we are in prison

When stress level's continue to rise, motivation becomes depression

Blood pressure is at boiling point then you snap with aggression

starved and unwatered feeling like a zombie

you become programmed and disfigured wandering around endlessly

I used to be a social man before

now work has become a routine that I cannot ignore

I pay to enjoy a home where i no longer live anymore

obsessed with checking the time waiting for the day to be over once more.

-Jai Capone