In a world of
corporate ladders
and glass ceilings
and autonomous machines
there is nowhere left
for us little people
The clerks.
The salespeople.
The assistants.
The secretaries.
The lowly ones
at the bottom rung of society.
They’ve taken our jobs,
our homes,
our children
or very welfare.
A whole planet
corrupted by crooked ideals,
fanciful fallacies
of dreams come true
and happily ever after.
There is no light
at the end of the tunnel,
no pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
Just a grave
in which to lie
along with your
dreams that never came true
and your unhappily ever after.
A reality we’ve all
been hiding from
because the media
promises lies of fulfillment.
This life has nothing to offer.
Don’t lose heart though.
Live for something beyond here.
Dream of a place
with castles and crowns,
a heaven that could
never compete with this.
Rewrite 2012
In a world of
corporate ladders
and glass ceilings
and autonomous machines,
there is nowhere left
for us little people.
The clerks.
The salespeople.
The assistants.
The secretaries.
The lowly ones
at the bottom rung of society.
They’ve taken our jobs,
our homes,
our children
or very welfare.
A whole planet
corrupted by crooked ideals,
fanciful fallacies
of dreams coming true
and fairy tales.
There is no light
at the end of the tunnel,
no pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
Just a grave
in which to lie
along with your
dreams that never came true
and your unhappily ever after.
A reality we’ve all
been hiding from
because the media
promises lives of fulfillment.
This life has nothing to offer.
Don’t lose heart though.
Live for something beyond here.
Dream of a place
with castles and crowns,
a heaven that could
never compete with this.