Eating A Sour Apple Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

As the darkness rises.
As we remove all these useless disguises.
Walking the line.
Oh how fine it is.
Wasn't always that way.
Use to be so easy or atleast that is the way seemed.
But now all I do is keep on trying and trying.
And all feel like I'm doing is dying and dying.
Poor, broke, no job, a broken yoke.
And those you thought you could depend on the most.
Haunt me like my forgotten ghost.
Digging in the dirt for a single penny.
Trying find a skill that would helpful if any.
Being honest among the crooks and wolves.
So back in rent that the adviction notice has to be coming any day.
Not a single drug can dillute all my problems.
It's not depression it's the all devouring frustration.
Feeling absolutely useless and there no one to help me get out the situation I'm in.
Watching a friends dogs for just another day to survive.
Hoping it doesn't end too soon.
Trying to find that rocketship off to the moon.
So many promises broken.
My soul has been stolen.
A captive to system that only rewards those with lots of money.
So many cruel inventions you can't even apply for a job without internet.
We want a resume, a driver license, a background check, drug testing, experience in this field, a bachlor degree, and atleast three references with perfect backgrounds themselves,
And we will take 1 or 2 dollar of your pay for our services rendered until the company decides you get to stay.
Temp agencies are ghastly.
Selling​ your information to highest bidder.
Phone calls come in not for jobs but from colleges.
Trying to recruit you into infinite debt.
And they will garnish you're wages to get the money back for those loans.
So don't worry you will be on your own.
Taxes taken, not being able make your last car payment.
Having animals your can't afford to take the vet, and yet you have no way to get rid of them.
Living in a place that's needs fixed up, and you have nothing to do it with.
Heating with wood and your chainsaw breaks towards the end winter.
Two feet of snow falls and you still don't have the money to get it fixed.
Cutting it all up with nothing but a hand saw.
Do you like being warm bad enough.
Thinking your luck couldn't get any worse then you lose your only ride to grocery store.
It's a long walk with mouths to feed.
These are just some of the small things that eat at me every night.