You Matter

I’m tired,

not the type 

of tiredness

from being awake

all night,

it’s the tiredness 

of living,

living until we die

is such a chore,

it’s the exhaustion

of trying to solve 

a mathematical equation

that means fuck all

in everyday life,

and when you finally

work it out, you realise

you could’ve spent 

your time on something 

that actually mattered,

understand, you matter 

for your tax contributions,

understand, you’re data 

to the institutions,

you matter 

to the corporations

because they continue 

to sell you shit you don’t need,

you matter to your employer

until they make you redundant,

you matter to the pharmaceutical

companies because they keep

selling you a cure that multiplies

the damage they’ve already administered,

you matter to the media because 

you keep eating their shit up,

you matter to the papers

because they dictate 

your behaviours,

you don’t matter when you 

pull your pension

or when you’re

a drain on the system

or when you 

can’t contribute,

you matter to 

the nursing homes,

you matter as you’re 

forced to sell your house

to finance your 

substandard care,

you matter to cancer research

because they can use you

as a lab rat, you matter

to the funeral director

because he can make 

a profit on your bones,

you matter to me

but you’re being

taken by disease,

and when you’re gone

nothing will matter