It’s a thing. Seems having your life
go to shit with no positive options
available is now a psychiatric disorder,
prevalent in formerly working class people
over 50, who have not found another job
since the Crash, and lived on their
Crash Trashed retirement savings
until it was gone. The house that was home
for 27 years belongs to Bank of America,
your credit is in the toilet, and your phone is turned off.
Here, have some Buspar.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Ok granted, I’m a little crazy,
but my feelings about this situation are not.
We worked our butts off raising you all,
doing strong young body things over and over
that are no longer possible for our now old bodies
to do over and over. It hurts too bad.
What are we going to do about retirement?
We can’t afford retirement. Best if we just let nature
take it’s course, let Paul Ryan and Rick Scott call us lazy
and irresponsible in the mean time.
The trap is closed and chewing your leg off
won’t get you anywhere.