Poem of the Day:  This Can’t Be Life

We work just to survive. Forever trying our hardest just to get by. The money we chase always seems to be hiding. We reach for the sky but it’s way too high. They make it damn near impossible to live without money. Yet the money I make, they always trying to take it from me. You need cash for gas just to make it to work, but first you need work just to get a car. Public transportation will only take you so far. And the bicycle you bought from Walmart got stolen out of your yard. Life shouldn’t be this hard. You bust your ass for that paycheck, then you check your stub and they took half. They call it a tax. But you don’t recal ever agreeing to that. Now you work even harder, staying for longer hours. You get another job in hopes the money will come in faster. Too bad that extra money went to fast food and take out because your never at home to cook a meal. In this endless cycle of work and sleep you become depress and medicine isn’t free. But you have no insurance so now all your money goes to weed. Trying to cope while still feeling like a dope. Living a life in hell with no signs of hope. You want to go to school but you don’t have the money so you take out a loan and now you owe Sallie. She charges you interest and adds on extra for any late expenses, because that make sense? You don’t have money to pay so they charge you more for just being late? At the rate it’s going you’ll never see the day when don’t have to worry if you bank account will be okay….. Is this life? Are we living? 

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