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.

© Creative Commons Copyright 2013

Originally posted to StewartAcuff on Thu May 09, 2013 at 06:52 AM PDT.

Also republished by Rebel Songwriters, Invisible People, In Support of Labor and Unions, and Anti-Capitalist Chat.

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