Voulchers

I live at the bottom of the food chain. Just when I get the edge I need to progress and move foward the voulchers come. I get stripped of everything I have which is close to nothing and then finally left with nothing. Tables are turned and I'm supposed to be happy. I'm ungrateful because even though I'm left with nothing, I'm allowed enough to live. You know what I say to that? Fuck that shit. I want what's rightfully mine unless given a legitimate reason for anything otherwise. Yet I'm the one who's wrong here. That's right. I'm always in the wrong.