Random Ramblings

What is Our Worth?

Hours of existence,
Exchanged for a pittance.
A transaction benefitting
the monstrous amalgamation
resting on backs of indentured servants

Hand over ownership,
relinquish your rights
for the brief security that
bi-weekly deposits bring,
allowing us to limp along each week.

The nail that sticks out
gets hammered down.
Blend in, assimilate,
obey corporate policies
enforcing suppression of expression.

Tedious weeks spent,
waiting, wishing for privileged
days where time is priceless,
cramming obligations
into that stressfully limited space.

Don't question your place,
Accept what's been given
To ask for more is ungrateful,
Face those harsh realities
Living to work, clawing for pennies.

Brainwashed, convinced, even forced
into selling ourselves short.
If time is money,
we are all disposable
cogs in a lucrative machine.