When They’re Done With You

Ya, you’re not a number.

A numbered up beast.

You begin to wonder,

Do they know I exist?

Do they think I can’t hear them?

Not talking bout me?

Are they closing up my floodgates?

Am I floating downstream?

Hey! I don’t have my paddle!

And I can’t swim in shit!

And I don’t like my chances,

Not one damn bit!

I can hear the falls!

And see myself falling!

I might have missed my calling…

But I won’t miss the ignorance.

The arrogance.

The happenstance.

That makes me swim in shit now.