12 years of education and this is what I'm worth.
Back breaking labor
I endure every day to fill my purse.
A subordinate life not one
I choose a hatred of the man that I answer too.
Disposable man that's all
I am and there's a million more to fill the shoes I stand.
The American dream skipped me it seems pointless
by design a story with no theme.
There's a million more just like me disenchanted unenthused.
Overlooked in the mindless shuffle to make way for something new.
I'm a face without a name I'm a man without a place
after a lifetime of my loyalty on a whim to be replaced.
27, Ivy League CEO with his job bought and paid
for by his family's tow.