Slaves to the Corporate World

Hurry, hurry, hurry
Is the way we live our lives
Busy as a bee
Cube farms are just like hives

We work all day
And work all night
It feels so much
Just like a fight

To keep our heads
Above the waves
Are we men
Or are we slaves

To the corporate world
Where money rules
Where some are kings
And others tools

To make the giants
Grow and heave
For us there is
No way to leave

Other than through death
Or poverty

Upon The Streets

Upon the streets
I live my life
I am dead
To the world

Always hungry
Living strife
On these streets
Where I was hurled

I need something
To take me away
I need something
To ease my pain

To get me through
Another day
Of living my life
In vain

A little drink
And a happy pill
For when I start
To cry

On that’s pink
To make me still
In this ally
Where I lie

You can pass
This darkened mass
Between buildings
Great and tall

And I will dream
Of that pretty lass
I knew
When I was small

For she was me
And I’m now her
In this life
That I now live

In shattered dreams
That never were
With nothing more
To give