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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.
