Elbow points at X constellation,
bottle overcomes gravity,
alcohol cruises down, down
into pain-scored veins

Drink and work,
curses and sweat,
horizons are that much closer
when needs drive

A claw grasps existence,
life without choice,
life lifeless
Bent over backward,
pride sold,
needs approached
with hat in hand,
no compassion there found
Physical strain,
mouths to feed
labour

No other consolation
than a now and then gulp
of liquid sop

Courtesy of social life
toil ones and dawdle others
Justice is a mockery,
so shut your mouth
Either accept life
or get out