A dark (and admittedly cliche and angsty) take on our consumption driven society and the systems that support it.
The joy of Pre-K and elementary school;
The waxy smell of crayons and warm days;
Easing into life, the early years of the cogs.
Learning right from wrong, learning to be industrious;
How to think; good workers get a good life;
Always towards the next step, the next level.
Instructed in skills society needs, optimism;
Eagerness to work corporate and big;
That endless journey, the false dream, you need it.
Enthusiastic to work nine to five, eight to six, seven to nine;
Chained to a chair with cuffs of status, BMWs,
Nice houses, and the next promotion;
Joy in your exploitation.
For the promotion, gaining work experience, preparing;
To spend that new salary, to strengthen the chains.
That false dream, the almost obtainable goal always within grasp;
That next “career advancement” right there.
For being discarded, for not being of further use;
Put away in a place with other worn out tools.
Preparing, always preparing:
As the end draws near, buying the plot and deciding;
Who gets what, seeing them mentally divide it and spend it.
As you pass away, confident that you’ve achieved some goal;
Sinking into naive contentment as you draw your final breath;
And shudder to a halt.