deal with it

People keep looking at me expecting me to do stuff I don’t want to keep smiling I think I have had enough Living a life I don’t want to lead Taking orders from others who are in it for the greed Standing at the back of a room trying to fit in Leaning against a wall with no hint of a grin The rage building inside me is starting to flow I have to contain the anger I don’t want to blow How can people be so bloody happy with life? I think about going out sometimes armed with a knife I smoke a lot of weed which may account for the despair Fuck it I will kill everyone, I don’t even care I am a young, intelligent, well meaning man So how come everything I do don’t go to plan Is life for everyone just as shit? Or is it only me that has to, deal with it My boss has revealed their disappointment of me Not happy with the people that I would like to see They moan that I do not work overtime that much I can’t believe going home is a crime as such Am I so untrustworthy that I need to be checked? I swear the next person to say anything is going to get decked I am one of the most competent people that work here But I still get fucked by all year after year This is my second crack at this job Still no contract, it might be easier to join the mob They dangle my contract at me like a golden carrot I’m getting fed up of this, like the phrase, sick as a parrot Now it has settled down and I don’t get as much grief I am treated as a person, not leper, rapist or thief Don’t get me wrong, the rage still builds in me quite a bit But again the only advice on offer is to, Deal with it Why can’t I come out and say what I want to say No more freedom of speech, next year we will have to pay Can we not speak out against the government? Or will we end up like China, drowning in torment So many innocent kids getting killed, 23 so far People carrying knives and guns not old enough for a car The answer to these problems could be conscription But I can see the PC brigade causing a lot of friction This country is sinking almost like Atlantis With most of us without even a pot to piss You either live to work or work to live Children in need, sorry mate I’ve not even a penny to give Life is a journey and death the final destination If he came for me I swear I would have no hesitation I am sure there is no way around it And to all those that disagree, Deal with it