Comforts Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I can't always do what you say is right.
Your just an opinion to me,
but you are an opinion that I am supposed to follow
with every step.
Each inch I get closer to my death,
but you grow because they made some 'improvements'.
I am forever blue collar,
so none of your laws can help me.
Some may call me a rebel to society,
but I know I'm just a quiet
and nice person.
Trying to live in a society,
where I can't afford it's 'comforts'.