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Things Ain't Changed

from Quatrains by White Fang

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The story of a blue collar working class man who slowly loses his life after a work related injury, but his company is unable to accommodate him so he eventually passes away with nothing to leave behind for his daughter and wife.

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I live my life in a living hell

I wake up to the sound of a bell

At 5 in the morning

My wife is mourning

For the death of my old self

The one not so concerned with wealth

But i have a family to feed

So im urged on to succeed

By society but im vially

Dying the miles we

Spill of biles be filling

Outta me I doubt I'll be

Around for much longer

What is killing me will not make me stronger

To my wife my job taunts her

It haunts her

She doesn't get to flaunt her

Fine jewelry

But she says that's foolery

It's cooler to be

With me but that's impossible

It's illogical and intolerable

14 hour work day

With minimal pay

Makin minimum wage

The other day

I took a 12 gauge

Cocked it and put it right to my face

But i can't leave my floor stained

So for family i stay chained

To my dead end job

I'll be dead n sob

On the inside

For all the times I've

Missed with my wife and kids

I cry like there's a knife in my ribs

I don't have any friends

I try to make ends

Meet and come to greet

Peeps but that would be a feat

Cuz im sucking my boss's teat

For that last drop of cash

To enroll my kids in class

So they can stash

Away a job for them to do

Instead of watching looney tunes

they see what a lack of food can do

To you when you

working from noon to two

How you get screwed

But can't sue the man that employs you

And thousands more

You're just a number on the floor

Feeding the machine

That keeps you from succeeding

You may be bleeding

Inside and out

But they don't care about

You or anything that you do

As long as you stir the stew

And keep making them money

Huh that's kinda funny

They won't be caught dead where the sun ain't sunny

Loud machines are running

And they're coming for you

You gotta sprint but it's degree 122

Ain't nothin new

To me at least

What the smell of sulfur makes you sneeze

Well my nostril follicles have died

Along with most of my inside

And last night i cried

But no water flowed

My sweat caused my body fluids to slow

To near death levels

Dehydration diagnosed i need to settle

Down and not move around

I need to drink but there's no well in my town

But i still respond to the sound

Of responsibility

Im losing my ability

To speak i squeak and screech

But nothing comes outta my beak

So i go in and ask the boss

Can i please have some time off

Because he needs to sign off

I need it because i sound like a swine cough

He says jeez louise

don't you have kids to feed

I said yeah what is that supposed to mean

He said you know you don't get paid leave

So i began to contemplate

Does that really cost them wait

I said i need to do this

But i would come to rue this

Because they'd strip me like a nudist

With a new phone who dis

Type of retort

I built a mental fort

And told myself some sort

Of reassuring statement

I can do this despite my body being vacant

Of water and my will to live

But i ripped electrons out my body to make me positive

What all do i gotta give

To this corporation, my life

Just because i need to provide for my wife

I could end it all with the slice of a knife

But I can't do that to myself

I guess I'll never be someone else

I put my plans back on the shelf

And i went back to work

Where I'd been at first

And will be until i end up in a hearse

And towed to a church

And put 6 feet under the dirt

So I'm back to the daily routine

Manual labor job a sharp pain in my spleen

You know the usual thing

But that's when i would scream

And begin to dream

Of a white light so i run toward it

Can i die now can my family afford it

You know the one that i supported

None of my useless life had been recorded

Whatever the meaning of life was I hadn't scored it

I was torn it's

Die finally and be put out of my misery

Or continue to work in that hell hole sizzling

And provide for the family but never quite makin bling

This job had literally worked me to death

I open my eyes to see someone's head above my left breast

The doc sprinted to where i was because he had seen

Me pass out and fall off of a steel beam

My corpse was then surrounded by his whole team

January 23 1914

I was pronounced dead at the scene

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from Quatrains, released May 12, 2017
Prod. Mayeniac

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