Poetry: “Dead End Job” (from September 2008″

Working a mind-deadening Dead-End position

Don’t have Health Care; Can’t see a physician

Just have a job, not a career

Soon my bills will be in arrears

Prostituting myself for minimum wage

No wonder I feel a sense of rage

Trapped in a Dead-End job

My livelihood feels like it’s been robbed

By a cabal or executive mob

My lack of a trade

Makes me afraid

That my success in life has been cut like a blade.

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