There is a certain velleity that defines a strife in the American way of life
There’s a level of annoyance of just getting by and it elicits many a heavy sigh
And many who rue the lack they have of money in what is supposedly a land of milk and honey
But yet the momentum of their paucity tends to keep them in a state of poverty
For there are many ways that they could be and overcome their state of ennui
But the temptations are truly great that continue to act to seal their fate
And spend their hard earned bread which tends to facilitate their growing dread
By focusing on a level of instant gratification they forego the possibility of self-determination
Instead of looking ahead with dollar saving they succumb to their internal wants and craving
And invest in a beer and soda and a snack even though the resources they do lack
Because it makes them feel temporarily sated and bitch about the life to which they are fated.