Detroit churns out cars that we don’t need
to drive to jobs that we’d rather be
without,
but can’t quite escape plagued by doubts
that this isn’t the life we’re supposed to lead
but climb the ladder rung by rung
until you’ve hit the top and hung
your flag or yourself or burned
bridges that you wish you hadn’t crossed
in the first place ’cause now you’ve lost
your way but you say it was worth the cost
those 60 hour weeks, those business trips,
those office jokes you don’t quite get
deal with the politics and you’re set
you’ve reached the top and you have met
the goals.
Your reward?
A new car.
-zack-
Written in 2004.
