7-ish percent officially
15-20 percent really
On the street and underpasses and fading
It wakes you up with a stormy stomach
Roiling all your insides
Before it even gets to your mind
And then the mind goes wild
I got nothin’, not a damn thing
Not a job or money or coffee or toilet paper
It steadily files down your pride
And shames you in front of your kids
Your dad don’t count
He ain’t even got a job.
It makes you wonder why you’re
Taking up space or oxygen
It kills – not that the economists
Know that or the politicians
It kills from the inside out.
So we watch our own people die
Because our lives are less
Important than political bullshit.
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