Stand your ground
Try to resist something
I don’t know what
I thought my life had a meaning
I was of course wrong
Life has no meaning
What so ever
Except exponential growth of assets
Of course
Ground
How The World Works
The old man had a
worn down brown suit
That did not fit his
Black hat
Smelling of sweat and bad breath
Unwashed shirts and underwear
I have something to say
Even if no one
Will listen
This world is built on
Profit and money
And contempt for those
Who have not
He kept on ranting while
Counting his dollar bills
To be sure that he was counted
Too
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The Goodwill
Waiting for the doctor
This time they will pass
The final judgement
For those who cannot
Pay there is no remedy
I cannot pay
A friendly pat on the shoulder
Some tranquilizer and
I will be on my own
Slowly dying
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A Fake Life
To live without an income
Is to live in the shadow
Of other people’s money
Their will and their whim
Moves you around like
A puppet
The shame is great enough
To kill you, through you
In front of a train or tram
Instead you hide
Building a fake identity
That eventually becomes
What you are
Not solving, just hiding
Because the shame
Is so great
Where to start from that?
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Going Down
I realise that I am drowning
In debt and I wonder
If there are any way
To get out of this terrible mess
I hope so
I work for it
I have to be rational
Put myself together again
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No Way To Pay
Sleepless night
Waking up at four
Only to find an invoice
On the floor
Something, someone
Else had promised
To pay the other day
Can’t sleep no more
No money in bank
Just have to get
Through another
Day without being
Able to pay
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