Oddity of contrast

Crooked as a pattern this life is
too moribund to be happy about.
Eyes open first to a cup of delicacy
for you the ones born to the purple.
wanting the mirror to lie more
to open the doors of of our choice.
To a place you choose to waste your time
to stay conscious to forget your self.
Legs that know of no way but to walk
even when they tremble out of weakness
belly that craves for the food
and get churned up of the bread we never had.

A job to convince your failing life,
is a meager way to prove yourself.
Face the spit or our work is gone
of the despotic boss who never chooses to stop.
Thinking hard for the ways to lash out
your cash to have it happening around you
For the ends to meet are we slaves to the money
then we die after a life of misery.

That expensive bed to have a peek
into your normality you destroy .
Throwing away the tissue with the coughed up blood
yet we swallow down the disease that's eating us.
You think too much on it while
we dream for such time
you meander to chase it down while
it is what we don't have.
Because When you choose your life,
life chooses us.