A Better Version of Life

365 Days of Creativity

day ninety seven

You work all night until

the last customer's filled

then you take your dollar bill

and you snort your crushed-up pill

You climb up your windowsill

where you can see over the hill

Just down to the other side

where there's a greener grass that hides

and there's a people who have pride

for they have got money to buy

a better version of life

And you can't understand why,

you were born on the poor side,

doomed to work until you die

stuck in the sand and it's high tide

Because your rope is just too short

and people let you down for sport

and there's no order in the court

so to escape you simply snort

until reality distorts

and you see lights upon the shore

glittering globes that teeter forth

As you gaze up through shapeless wave

you can see the lights do play

all of the images you crave

[Here you are basking on the sand]

[There you are purchasing your land]

[Everywhere money's in your hand]

You could stay like this for days

dreaming of life not as a slave

your friend the Powder here to save

you from a working class grave

but the time's come to misbehave

no more tv's control your brain

no more night shifts to make you strain

no more serving the rich & vain

you've got to get up on a plane

and leave this place for somewhere brighter,

travel to Paris in the summer

go to Thailand and Guatemala

Live in Japan and California

any place that you've never heard of

should be a place you want to learn of

And when you find yourself, in time,

back to that old hill's divide

you can finally realize

the grass is green on either side.