No Satisfaction

It's one of those days.

People seeking out a sucker
thinking I was born this minute.
They tell me lies through their smiles
to sell me pies in the sky.
Like snakes in the weeds
there are assholes all around.
Who's looking out for me?
Who's protecting me?
Who!

Crap! Spilled something on my lap.
It's one of those days.
Nothing going right.
Life's full of disappointments.
That's my guiding light.
I don't care about pagan babies
starving somewhere in Africa.
I don't want to hear the cripples
telling me I'm lucky I can walk.

I want to scream.
I am ready hear me roar.
I'm tied up, tired of
being taking advantage of.
The car's going to leave me
stranded near the cubicle
inside my cell block.
The sentence is 8-5
plus the rush hours.
Twelve hours from door to door.
Half my day gone to pay the bills.

I wish I could sleep.
I wish I didn't have to.
Freaking computer.
Can't anything work right?
Not today.
I can't get no.
No no no.

Some f*ckin' poetry, that was.