Inevitable

I build their dreams
 And watch
 The disintegration
 Of my own
 The blowback coats the lips
 That i press on a cold grave
 A plot i have paid for in time
 Stitch my heart onto a time clock
 Enslave my devotion and shackle me to hollow ideals
 A spreadsheet for my indenture
 A smile for every time they spit in my face
 The poor man's burden
 Nothing else exists when i'm in this fucking hole
 An outside world i am not invited into
 That has forgotten who i am
 The grass is never greener
 Things can always burn darker than the dollar bills
 That flow through the bloated veins of commerce
 Greed-a plague on our fucking city
 Control them with financial suffering
 For it rings tried, tested, and true