Chained Poem by jade Slatyer

How does it feel? Knowing that you're going against the greatest poker player? Life. Knowing you can't escape the feeling inside, you're burning You are aware you can't face this You're lost until they place you That's just another word for invest You're welcome to call this the land of the free But that's not what your statue of bills say Your bank owns you You hate your job, clicking away Your hearts as black as your suit and tie You have to choke on your words Corporate America's got you now You're screaming, but from your lips there's not a sound I see you're crazed with the thought of one day being something But unless you're born in wealth your nothing You're in a state of American welfare Your suppose to be free Sure doesn't feel that way Maybe you should disappear Something like Kray I see I must wear this smile Walk forward minimum wage land Stand up when corporate says stand Walk head up high Even if you're completely down low This is America the land of the anything but free If you haven't noticed this is just hushed slavery Never mind those sleepless nights Forget civil equality You don't see the absence of civil leaders as a sign You're billed for every nickel or dime You're living on borrowed time You are, you are buried alive...