There Must Be More Than This Provincial Life

I wrote a poem somehow... It's probably not great. I don't know... I didn't edit it or anything.

Why scrounge around in the muck all day in the hopes that something better will come your way

Why kill yourself at the crack of the bell in the hopes that someone will save you from hell

You could do what you please but the police will find you

Point guns at you and continue to drive you

Either toward the grave or the same daily strife

There must be more than this provincial life

Why die on the line like a withering vine

Why make useless clips for potato chips

Why move the worker that passed right out and died

Is the hope they’ll move you when you run out of time

Why listen to the liars and braggers online

Who claim they can make you a millionaire for only 299

The only relief you get is illegal drugs you buy

There must be more than this provincial life

You can read all you want then give up your knowledge

You can become political and start fights over politics

You can play on the internet until it you agree with fascists

Agree to murder your rivals just to protect the capitalists

Go out like a lone wolf and murder for ideology

But all you did was listen and get weapons rather easily

You believe you’ll find justice in bomb made of pipes

There must be more than this provincial life.

Michael Bridgett

Michael Bridgett

Michael Bridgett is a copywriter, songwriter, and voice talent that writes about media. In addition to essays, articles, and ideology, Michael also releases music under the name Mike Dynamo
Western Hemisphere