Endless Drone - Full of Hell

Circumventing reason for another month of trudging onward

Hard truth.

Impoverished youth

Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers

Can’t buy myself out.

can’t ever escape

I’m just another slave bound to a fucking stick

I’m pushing my hands deeper into the mud

When they say it’s hard all over, it’s the fucking truth

I’m weeping into the gutter

I see the ladder and fucking shudder

If you work to the bone for fifty more years

the pension puts a stall to all your deepest fears

Hard truth.

impoverished youth.

Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers

Can’t buy myself out.

can’t ever escape

I’m just another slave bound to a fucking stick

The doors aren’t open.

they’re rusted shut

The way is closed.

the path is gone.

I’m relenting to the corporate drone

Pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone

Splinters upon splinters

Wedging in deep

I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth

My periphery is narrowed like a god damned mule

Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel

I’m relenting to the drone

The endless drone