Frustration

I’ve been beaten up so I can be knocked down.
I feel like I’ve been run into the ground.
My home is so old that I can’t beat the mold.
Life should be better or so I’ve been told.
Stuff in my home is so easily lost.
I just can’t recall what I kept or I tossed.
Everything I own is rusted or busted.
There’s a short list of folks that I think can be trusted.

I worked like a fool, now it seems such a waste.
I’ve been pushed, I’ve been pulled, I’ve been hounded and chased.
I’m left with no strength and I’ve lost all my might.
Berated and stifled ‘til my mind is not right.
Bullied, belittled, and broken, and bound.
Bewildered, confused ‘til I’m lost more than found.
Harassed and distressed ‘til I finally foundered.
Baited and cheated: no wonder I floundered.

Dastardly folks tried to hold my head under.
Over and over I was blamed for their blunder.
I’ve been done wrong and done in and left out.
I feel it’s not right that I lose every bout.
I’ve been trampled by “winners” on their way to the trough.
I’ve been poked, I’ve been prodded and put on and put off.
I’ve been tossed back and forth and then forth and back.
I get to see the sky when I land on my back.

I’ve been rode hard and put away wet.
Them that did it didn’t even break a sweat.
In spite of my trouble I hope now and then.
Things will get better? I’d like to know when.
I’ve been suppressed, oppressed, repressed, and depressed.
There’s nothing I’d like more than years of deep rest.
Fall down seven times and get up eight?
I think I’ll just lie here and wait.


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