Stagnant

I take no pride in poverty
There is no respect for me
I just work
Day in and day out
It's not even worth doing.

But low life's, like me,
We're the American Dream
Everyday,
Is the same for us
Just numbers in the economy.

The individual strain
So hopeless and mundane
I wonder,
Is there more to this life?
Wanting things I can't have.

Will I find joy?
Will simple things keep me happy,
Full of life,
In a world that entrapped me?
Enslaved like a pet bird