Wednesday

Live FOR Living

Now I look around
and see deception abound,
all the people cowed,
thinking poverty allowed
and forever stuck in that crowd.
Some are happy that way,
laboring through the day,
drinking their nights away,
thinking they have equal say
in the electorals
without morals,
picking the lesser of two evils.

But with all the cheesy marketing,
saying buy this new bling bling,
they miss the all important thing,
and choose to continue suffering.
Mostly the problem
a choice was never given them.
Forced outside the system,
never to be better than
the next sardine in the can
because they put it all on credit,
then to another sale, they headed,
and put that one on debit.

Who cares about your car
or that your trinkets aren't up to par?
Right now, that's all you are,
but you could put that dollar
to better use than a collar,
in particular,
you could help the people starving,
or having trouble retiring,
or fund the next new thing
that just might cure cancer,
instead of buying into salesmen's banter.

He says you need a glitzy new machine,
even though the clunker does what you need.
So what if it has it's picky ways
and trips a breaker if the radio plays,
big deal, it still works the same.
Why not put some money away
for that rainy day
when hubby gets the pink and loses pay.

You vowed to give your kids
something better than this,
but all too many miss
they look to you for every example
to make their life plenty and ample,
and they'll do
just as you
unaware of money truth.

Just look at your parents,
and their financial merits,
how are their retirements?
If they didn't quite make it,
shouldn't you do something different?
The ones who gained their bliss
started their own business,
and left the life of risk.
Look around and see
if there's a job within reach
for a couple hundred G's
in the employed society,
then do a little research
and see how many recently perched
to be outsourced and usurped.

Even self-employed's not good enough,
better believe it, you're cuffed.
There is no other way
outside of working every day
for the biz to bring in money,
and when you've worked your 40 years
be prepared to reap your fears,
cause they don't care about blood, sweat, and tears.
When you sell and see the balance
it's worth not a quarter of your life insurance.
So when the sole proprietor
just can't work anymore
there's nothing left to live for.

When the numbers are added up,
it's obvious the employed are fucked,
because with inflation and gas
you need more money, and fast.
If you're at less than six figures
plan for your winters
to be cold and bitter,
because when it's your retirement
all the money in the government
will be accounted for and spent.

Until we rid of consumerism
there will remain this schism
between the free and those in prison.
For me it's plain
money is both the chain
and the weakest link,
ruling how we think,
morals gone for the black color ink.
So many lacking their fair portion,
the average person
borders on larson
for their financial pardon.
There must be more done
to help these people
climb money's steep hill,
instead of clinging to the filthy sill
overlooking some Thanksgiving fill.

There is someone doing this, you see,
but because of all that cheesy marketing
by the companies
that only like you for your money,
it doesn't make it to your TV,
news read,
or parental feed,
and it is the only way,
the true way,
the real way,
and the honest way,
to make FOR living and get paid.

1 comment:

animus said...

this reminds me a bit of one of my first pomes, 'them'