I’m eating my own words and begging with lies

Circumventing reason for another month of [bad word] onward

Hard [bad word]  Impoverished youth

Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers

Can’t buy myself out. can’t ever escape

I'm just another slave bound to a [bad word] stick

I’m pushing my hands deeper into the mud

When they say it’s hard all over, it’s the [bad word] [bad word] 
I’m weeping into the gutter

I see the ladder and [bad word] shudder

If you work to the bone for fifty more years

the pension puts a stall to all your deepest fears

Hard [bad word]  impoverished youth.

Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers

Can’t buy myself out. can’t ever escape

I’m just another slave bound to a [bad word] stick

The doors aren’t open. [bad word] shut

The way is closed. the path is gone.

I’m relenting to the corporate drone

Pushing my nose to the [bad word] grindstone

Splinters upon splinters

Wedging in deep

I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth

My periphery is narrowed like a god damned mule

Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and [bad word] 
I’m relenting to the drone

The endless drone