I hurt so bad all the time
Pain has ruined my life
It is always on my mind
A source of constant strife
No one seems to understand
Or is it they don’t care
They think it’s mine to command
A little cross I should bare
I’m told to be a man
That I should just suck it up
Like Pain is a thing that fits in my hand
With the shattered pieces of my broken Luck
Yet the thing that drives me insane
And bothers me the most about it
Is that there are those that think my pain
Should be a source of their profit
What type of low life invests
In a company that profits from pain
Do you have guilty regrets
When you spend the money you have gained
Now I do not know that if in Hell
There’s a place for those guilty of this sin
The question is why the ethics fail
And people do a thing so grim
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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