Worth

Announce my being

By their sinister names.

For lacking push factors.

In the competitive climate.

To win the economic game.

Even though no harm,

Was ever done from me.

To another living person.

It is acceptable to

Make a strong opinionated suit.

One that hinders counter claims.

For the reason why,

Poverty is at the foot of my bed.

The preference of anxiety over death

Is waning.

At least there is medicine for that.

To lobotomize the doubt.

Perhaps, attend a temple to confide faith in

Because hope makes sense.

To only those who need it.

Causing my mind to swallow required information,

That grooms their thick feathers.

Which helps nail down my current disposition.

In favor of the status quo.

For a sense of safety functions off of a classified system.

That holds a pistol against my head.

So as to not cause me

To look back nor forward.

Always focusing in on the present.

Only then will I not question it.

As the person inside.

Withers away to the needs of a private enterprise.

It is better to be absent

Than to function against one’s own soul.

For a bureaucracy that only ties its’ grace in a bind,

And drowns it inside

a dirty gas station bathroom sink.

Just take these anti-depressants.

The worry will subside.

Because work is work.

You’ve known that.

Since awareness began,

It has been a labyrinth to sort through.

What is right.

What is wrong.

How can I accept these as my only options?

When I do not want to take part in any of it.

Maybe, the question of who gets what.

Is much simpler.

“What is the worth to the eyes of my employer?”