The Hard Life of the Rock Star

The Hard Life of the Rock Star

Saturday, August 21, 2021

Working at the KFC

Sitting in my car listening to the radio
Heaving smoke out the window
Waiting to work all day at the KFC
Dreading the grease, grime, and smell of chicken
Bob singing about turning the page
Feeling his struggle resonating
Until frustration strikes
For the poor rock star

Never feel sorry for
Rock stars
Movie stars
Famous authors
Rich people
Figure skaters
Gymnasts
Bronze medalists
Silver medalists
Gold medalists
Football players
Baseball players
Basketball players
Politicians
Business owners
CEOs
Doctors
Lawyers
Lottery winners
Teachers (especially not teachers!)

When you smoke the day’s last cigarette
Feeling sorry as you bask in lonely fame and millions
Remember – you’re just living your dream.

 ~~~

Written: Date Unknown

Written sometime in the nineties is the likely period of authorship because the file form, WordPerfect, needed to be converted to Word, which occurred sometime after 2000. The date and time listed on my old website, 3/2/18 9:45:36 AM, is the date I edited or posted the piece, and that date carries some career irony. Shifting at the time from website development and marketing to writing deepened the resentment of jobs and careers.

One would believe website building and marketing work far better than fast food, and they are, but by the end of both careers, I felt like a whore selling myself for someone else's or my profit. This poem encapsulates my disgust for work and the capitalist ideology that romanticizes the pain of becoming a rock star or anyone rising to success. Capitalism foists the self-made illusion upon everyone, even those the illusion fails. If you slave over that hot grease long enough and clean those toilets with enough determination, you will rise to the top because hard work leads to success. People who don’t work in mentally taxing or laborious jobs believe this, and when they rise to the top, either by someone helping or by luck, they pat themselves on the back for their hard work and pass that hard work bullshit on to you. That’s how you end up sitting in a car, feeling a twinge sorrow for the rock star’s touring woes, just before you enter the fast-food establishment to burn yourself with grease and listen to asshole customers ventilate hostility because they happen to be a little higher on the success ladder – probably by luck.

~~~

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash 

~See More~