The big wooden door

Will it slam in my face. 

Will it squeeze me in to a small room. 

Do I have to shut it or leave it open. 

Has bureaucracy got me by the short and curly. 

Wooden door you push me back, impossible to look though, either a passage forward, or no entry any more. 

Pawn, slave, a number in the system, a computer based decision about your declaration. 

Time to support your self come hell or higher waters. 

Bureaucracy you don't live in my body. 

Pain and labor,  toil and bricks, the whip at your back, the chains of money, the cost of survival time off your life spent on homely nessesity. 

Pushed this citizen over to brink. 
Pushed this person into less time and less money and physical demise. 

It is not my deal ,, yet as a slave I have been sold. 
200 dollars a week for 26weeks  $5200 was the amount he got for me, that's what they sold me for. Then go after the money I owe bureaucracy for my desperate years.
Bringing down my survival rate with no safety net. 

At what point in sale was I supposed to sign when had no part in the deal with the devil. 
Dollar sign and productivity but he don't know of my fragility or the setting me up to fail.
Great deal for bureaucracy  gets money while I brake my back and money from him and me , while I can't pull that weight, 30hours a week.
And if I lag behind due to my broken hips they still get there money from him and I'm out on my ear. 
Big wooden door are you the lid of my coffin. 
Will this structure struggle or have the gumption to push back. 
When choices are made for you, the door gets bigger. 

When others talk about not to you, the door gets an upgrade to  harder wood. 

There is  a key  hole and a stick finger reaching.

No key fits, not that you have one. 

I want to be bigger than a secondary tax. 

I want to be a designated surviver even though this year they keep trying to kill me. 

Shorten your life that garden. 
The noise is deafening behind the scenes all my, what the fuck screams. 

I was their so called client number 356074121.

Forced into more than one had done before, way less rest, way more panadol. 

Main tax and I. R. D. What does that have in store for me. 
Thirty hours slogging it out and a dept to  repay not really a good deal for me. 

Them forcing me into independence. 

This bureau bargain. 
My time for less money. 
But for I 
Less time for family. 
Less cash  than being reliant. 

I push and pull  all I can but this big wooden door has got me stumped. 

This wooden door, has one hell of a slam.