laborer
grunge poetry

laborer

i want to tell the world a story .

leave out the violence , forget about the goriness .

” tell me where the story is ? ” reply / d
b / c it ‘ s not a story unless somebody dies .

they don ‘ t glamorize those scrapping by , but
struggling to collect every nicKel n dime .
always on the grind , slave from nine – to – five .
… even reality tv forgot they ‘ re alive .

i ‘ m not surprised b / c i was raised by them .
born the son of a slave driven
laborer .

i ‘ ll be the same , i ‘ m sure , b / c
our bloodlines taint / d w / a ancient curse .

i hate where i ‘ m at , but Keep going back n
every time i leave it ‘ s via the same tracK .

these are the struggles .

we ‘ ve all got to do it .

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