Garbage Day Poetry E

Wake up screaming. The alarm goes off, yet the routine begins. Yet another empty day, reality sets in. I am forced to face the inevitable fate away. Born at the bottom and stuck to the bottom, There is no escape. We all can't be lawyers. We all can't be doctors. We are all born with our own fate. Kiss your dreams goodbye. For the moment you're alive. It's all a sign, map your life design. There is only one way. Only one. Find the pigs. Let the pigs take all their money. Watch 'em die. Born at the bottom, There's no way to the top. Kill a motherfucker, hope somebody's a cop. Born at the bottom, kill your way to the Top. Just kill your way. Born at the bottom, kill your way to the Top. Kill a motherfucker, hope somebody's a cop. Born at the bottom, kill your way to the Top. Just kill your way. Oh. Born with nothing, yeah, the suffering. Kill the rich, destroy the country. Born with nothing, yeah, the suffering. Kill the rich, destroy the country. 'Cause it's giving me fucking nothing. Ah.