Poem: It's Useless

It's Useless...
Odds stacked against you
Living in a casino and how we get sent through
This whole phase,
when people fake with a mask living in role play stage
Just to satisfy their surroundings till an old age
I’m in my early twenties
and I’m getting so old and gray,
stressed but oh wait…
Maybe I’m shooting craps,
letting this dice rule my life
A slim chance to advance
and succeed but our minds
Have been brainwashed
to dream of these dreams
But it seems these seams are just a line-ing
of our lives in which we can’t redeem
Gotta keep a straight face
But I feel I don’t need to bluff
this stuff that I go through
But Fuck! I had enough,
I know I’m gambling everyday it’s like
I’m playing texas hold em with life but wait
There’s more…
And there always will be,
till shit kills me
I don’t ride rollercoasters for the thrills see
but yet I’m will-ing
So whatchu think about that shit?
Sometimes my head hurts with migraines
driving on a long stretch of a highway
shits drilling MY brain
and nowadays they emphasize not to get high, but hey…
we gonna die someday,
and it doesn’t necessarily kill,
well, eventually...
so does cigarettes,
or sex with ya ex that cheated on you and now ya'll got S-T-D’s
that transferred rapidly,
but these funds are insufficient
itching to save
bitching everyday
listening to the switching ways
of how bitches say
money doesn’t make people hap-pay
but not having money does?!
Get the fuck outta here…
for these bitches with riches,
the higher class
sitting and sipping wine
in a fancy and finer glass
can start switching to sitting up
and kissing my higher ass
cause the economy will rise
like prices of gas
but the rates are half ass,
so let me tell you…
it’s useless…
how we do this
thing called living and abuse this
life we breathe and complain
about life’s a bitch,
work sucks,
you not treated right but shit…
I guess that’s life…
You lose sleep,
work nine to five,
get paid every other week and for why?
To pay bills,
pay for ya living,
Doesn’t it feel like you never receiving but just giving…
Somebody MUST be happy,
but for me, it’s useless…
Just like this poem,
this life we live,
cause honestly,
who would really give a fuck bout this used kid?
It's useless...