Cohort

#X.

Working can be such a drag,
probably make more money, dressing drag.
You constituted
your life for other's, no one cares,
cause that is the type
of work you cohort. You wanted to
be a rock and roll singer, till you found
out the process was unreal.
You work 3 months a year,
pass gas and no one minds.
Your a millionaire, where you have no rules,
people feel sorry when you claim
your exhausted.

Your fingernails are dirty, bruised
and bleeding, you pick orange fruit
for the ever smiling. You pay taxes,
and get nothing back, you walk
hot deserts, and are always kicked
back. You constituted your life for other's
and no one cares, cause of the type of
work you cohort.

You don't make much, and are
called a whore. You sell your most
priced possessions, and the bruises
are an extra. Your fix is what keeps
you going, your soul died along
with your looks. You constituted
your life for other's, no one cares
cause that is the type of life you cohort.

Your house is so damm clean, your energies
high, a quick snort and smoke
keeps you going even when it's dull
and you don't feel alive.
You look oh so pretty, it's just a disguise.
You left home long ago.
You constituted your life for other's
does some one care? that's the type of life
you cohort. That is how you die,
till the next day.