Do I Matter Poem by John Sensele

Years of sweat
Degrees I earn
Debts aplenty I invest in my quest
No job only tears and sorrows in my urn.

Void vacancies they advertise
Only relatives and cronies they satisfy
Prospects for the common man they cauterize
No dignity and self esteem to edify.

Frustrations galore surface
Walking the streets without positive proof
Decision makers flaunt in the race for the face
Rain and sunshine pierce under a rotten roof.

Meals on my table I lack
My saloon shop and welding shop close
Power outages my opportunities they crack
Whether I agitate, cogitate, hesitate or pause.

Stress and pain daily I undergo
At my detriment tycoons' fun is guaranteed
Twenty four seven as comfort I forgo
For fat cats to feast on their favourite feed.

Sometimes I wonder if on animal farm
I live to undergo marginalization
Lumbered with sacrifice, penury and harm
Growing or glitching in the new millennium era of desensitization.