I quit my job today,
To see if my boss can feel.
I focused on the wage,
Which is so unreal.
The inflation tears a hole,
The old familiar sting.
Try to buy something nice,
But I can't afford anything.
What have we become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know goes into debt,
In the end.
And you will steal it all,
Even my bones and dirt.
Still your profits will be down,
Still you will accuse me of hurt.
I wear these clothes torn,
Upon my half broken chair.
Full of holes,
I cannot repair.
Beneath greed and crime,
Your feelings disappear.
You not someone else,
Left me rotting right here.
What have you become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone who works for you goes away,
In the end.
And you could have it all,
This planet of dirt.
You will still feel let down,
You will still be hurt.
If I could start again,
A million miles away.
You would still steal from myself,
You will find a way.
——-GSA———