I've got these metal mental chains

Holding me down by my wrists.

By my ankles, and throat.

All I can do is stare, watch.

Watching what happens next.

If anything happens at all.

All I can do is look, observe.

While my life burns to ash.

"So stubborn," I thought.

As tomorrow, I'll sleep in the dust

Of my old factory job.

Eviction notice on my door.

3 weeks pay due in 3 days.

No groceries, no gasoline.

Only addiction survives here.

The addiction of money.

For I have not enough

To keep myself alive.