be gentle my fellow redditors. I have the sad.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Deep in sorrows will he drown
Weighed deeply up’n by serfdom and worries
With none to lift him in his ghastly flurries
Weighed by debt, and bills and life
Just one beside him he calls wife
But working her own job and handling kids
The job he has is to provide the bids
Pay the mortgage and phone and card
Keeping with the Jones’s Avant-Garde
A man’s duty is to provide
While the dream inside does not abide
It dies within him slow then fast
His dreams at this rate will not last
Some of grandeur, and others modest
His abilities and skills the absolute broadest
But what you dream and what you do
Are twain all the way through and through
The two won’t meet no matter how you try
The debt collector calls but he cannot cry
Struggle on through with overtime
Working even through the lunch bell’s chime
Doomed never to achieve
Shackled to his desk to never leave
America’s dream been downtrodden
By capitalist abuse turned rotten
A man will struggle his every day
Until at rest, in his grave, he lay