Warehouse construction day labor wages
Wished I’d paid more attention in school
Maybe then
My back wouldn’t hurt so much
Hard to break bones
And lose limbs
Behind a desk
Programing a
Video game
Or writing code
For a spaceship
Interstellar satellite
…Dreams so far outta sight…
As I pack a brown bag lunch
Two sandwiches and an apple
Climb into truck
Merge into traffic hassle
Time card punch in
Another piece of the soul
Prostituted for a slave wage
Open legs of dignity displayed
For 8 to 10 hours a day
And they tell me
I’m earning my piece
Go out and buy
A 60 inch flat screen
Put it on credit
Don’t matter if you can afford it
You deserve it
Get another new phone
Buy another car
Just stay in debt
And you’ll get far
Chasing the American Dream
©workingclassproduction.com, 2014
Great poem, Joe Sadly, it is all too true, and the ending is exactly right!
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