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SIRISO
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Life of the jobber

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These boots werent made for walking. They were made for poverty, struggle, stomach aches, head aches, feet pains, a bad back, stolen social security checks, and to make me feel po... Muscles hurt and my feet swoll, but atleast i got steel toes. But these boots werent made for walkin... They were made for marchin, over unmarked graves of natives, for slavin, for corporate american bankin, to starve my children, kick dirt on our faces, to blind, to pull the wool over our eyes, for bottom class wages These boots werent made for walkin. They were made for 2 left feet, to watch the news, to, keep on the wrong path n, confuse, to, break my body down for nothin more than to pay u just to be told to have whatchu have i have ta pay dues These boots wasnt made for walkin... They were made to be a slave for hire, and give 45 years of my life ta fight for an apartment that isnt mine then get fired, get cancer and die yet, it isnt hard to digest... termination was handed to me as a threat. 2 weeks before i pass, im let go just they dont gotta send my family my checks These boots wasnt made for walkin... They were for when i lose the job that i bought em for, i can put em thru an apartment door, u figure, when u see it on the news im just a typical . Tell me to get a job, well i had one, that wasnt easy. I did well and excelled but at the end of the season, according to virginia state laws u can be fired at any given time for no particular reason Cuz These boots wasnt made for walkin. They made from our distant cousins on unregulated land sent by boat. By the same slaves that dont get paid to mine our mother continent gold. Forced by the same people that charge us to just he able to breath on this globe, and live in a town home, TP, trailer or sleep in a bungalo These boots wasnt made for walkin. They made for crawlin, kneelin, beggin from the time we wake up till the time we start to sleep n we wake up in the morning to still be mentally sleepin simply wishin we could sleep in. Intuitive eyes really be woke but get ridiculed by the blind simply cuz we can see, were all a product to buy, were institutional LIES Sigh These boots wasnt made for walkin

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mlowe5 says:

A powerful pen SIRISO! Amazing imageries of Virginia truths. Now with anti-minimum wage politics, they want to make everywhere we are, an extended "Shocko Bottom" extension where the soles of our bootts and the souls of our beings will continue to ware thin, because "...these are not made for walking..." Thanks for sharing this powerful write. Peace and Love, mlowe5.
 

love_supreme says:

Wow, this was powerful

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