White Collar Slaves

Look Father figure,

I am a success,

Working for the fat cats,

Properly dressed,

A mess!

Distress!

In my life its wrong that I should be living like this.

For it's something the kids should never have to see,

I walk to run,

I dig to hide,

And I feel there's nothing left of good in me,

I scream to talk,

I fight to cry,

And I feel god's a vendetta in for me.