-Servitude-
killing themselves over financial gain
playing kiss-ass to a boss who's a jerk
hoarding their dollars in case it should rain
Working up ulcers and popping down pills
taking regimens, god knows what for
they rack up those heavenly medical bills
then they run out and kill themselves more
Day into week turns to month into year
chewing up credit, they work even harder
living on caffeine and dying of fear
one would hope that they'd be getting smarter
As they finally see wrinkles and recall the time
and wonder what happened to living
they notice that each minute making a dime
was a minute they could've spent giving
By then it's too late, yet one more wasted life
and they turn for consolement from spouse
(If lucky, they’ve managed two kids and a wife)
but they're no longer in the same house
Alone and forgotten they sit in their chairs
as they drink up and contemplate how
they had not noticed life had been going on there
While they were busy tracking the Dow
And when those old slaves are buried and gone
leaving nothing but this work tradition
one old generation hands slavery on
to a crop with yet more ambition!