Lucifer’s Dance

Working hard day and night
Hustling and bustling
Every damn day
Trying to stay away

From that broken
Called the
“Disability System”

The best medicine
For the delusional mind
Is hard work
And an honest job

Some can’t pull it off and
End up on the streets
And mad

Others end up
Taking the quick way out
By gun or noose
Or illicit drugs and pills

Others hang on to the
Governments tail
And get dragged around
Like a rag doll

A few lucky souls
Recover and get better
And rise above their illness
Nothing can keep them down

And they live
Knowing that they’ve danced
With the Devil
And survived