{...pawns...}

Constant struggle, For what?

Money, phones, gas, and songs?

Laboring for the material of the world.

I want none of this bologne; it's full of mold.

Constant agony of 'clocking' in.

Working so the CEO's can sit back and grin.

Where's the escape button?

Did someone forget to install?

Another day as a corporate slave,

making their money, as I dig my grave.

Work til you die....

Get money, Get high...

Biggest lie ever told.

We are not equal.

We are bought and sold.

Reviews

[alternative_be]

I think everybody has felt like the protagonist in your poem. Sometimes we are aware of our situation, sometimes we are not. We should work in order to live not live in order to work.
Unless one is paid to do what he/she likes to do of course.
Thank you for reminding us

[Sarah]

Oooh I really liked the rhyme in this! To be honest, I didn't even notice it until the last two lines, probably because they were shorter. That takes talent, great job!

[Sparrow]

Good write. I know I've felt like I was just working to make ends meet while my bosses were sitting around getting paid for looking comfortable in their chairs. Thanks for sharing this with us.

[gothicchica]

lv it liked the

[Mika Haruna]

this is very well written, and it rings a certain truth, arent we all pawns in their game? i really enjoyed it, great job

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Great use of metaphors, very well written. I'm sure this is how we're all feeling right now with the times. Great write!