Minimum Wage for Life

what would you ask of me

been worked

tell how

callus peeled back,sting  

harden edges are rounded

stomach of pain, plenty

pockets are all empty

spare some change would you please

hows this

fallen hand from the receiving

unfriendly frown

dirty dirt shirt brown

most revealing in a stuttered wheeze

captivated eyes tired of fighting

countless battles fought inside

brum dee dum ha ha

here we go

auto navigation set taken control let it in

stepping to the drum beat

awkward wary creeping feet

marching like a zombie might

slaved to the bone

the call of this life

the machine grinds on past midnight