Indentured Servant: Working to Die

Another day,

another fucking dollar;

deja vu,

repeat it all over again;

feeling like a slave,

buried in debt,

just an indentured servant,

working to live

just to eat some hollow food

and to occupy some dull space;

how great this all must sound

to live your life stuck in a loop

until you die forgetting everything

that you toiled over, becoming

one with the soil and recycled like human garbage,

reincarnated back into another petty existence

to do it all over again. 








Author's Notes/Comments: 

We are living in hell. a soul trapt in a body. 

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