I'M SO TIRED

I’m so tired.
I’m so tired.
I’m so tired.


So tired of all this shit. Get off me so I can hit
the wall with my fist. Uh, oh! I break my wrist.
Bounce back with gusto. I must though
power through. I say adieu.
Back with you, the only few
who gets my view.
Who?

Nobody.

But I understand so I continue
To the flame I must discontinue.
For eight hours I burn.
My future, I must turn.
But for now I’m stuck.
Just so I can make a buck.
Fuck.

I’m so tired.
I’m so tired.
I’m so tired.

So I wake up, get my spank on.
Eat my cake up, get my bank on.
Pretend I care while I wear
The uniform I perform.


Fake smiles? I’m a beast at that!
Stock aisles? I’m a beast at that!
Unload trucks? I’m a beast at that!
Give fucks?

I’m the least at that.

Minimum wage, maximum rage.
I don’t see any point that I can gauge.
People tell me that I ain’t grateful.
But they work me ‘til I’m hateful.


The red in my eyes is a mix of exhaustion and dread.
The dead in my thighs have a
Faustian pact with my bed.
My knees give out. Keep working? This I disallow.
Fuck you, boss! I’m going to sleep now!

I’m so tired.
I’m so tired.
I’m so tired.

 

© 2017 JP WENNER