Middler's Lavish Fatigue 🇬🇧

A teacher and mentor,
Researcher, inventor,
A policeman or nurse,
All financially cursed.

Yet tinkerers, typers,
Hardly pulling all-nighters,
Rewarded like royalty,
Hardly a novelty.

When reflecting within,
Besides you and your kin - it's hardly a win.
Carefully crafting careers,
To boast shinier toys than those of your peers?

..perhaps no..
Just up to FIRE?
Maybe only till FI?
But with no purpose, desire,
That's a slow and ensured, guaranteed way to die.

..nonetheless I am game..
It's easy to think,
There is a strong link.
For techies and makers,
To be reapers and rakers.

Straw-filled one-percenters,
Deeply hated by renters,
Will guard us in-betweeners,
With a scapegoat's demeanour.

..and yet..
As objective observer,
With stakes ever further,
Paradoxic predicament,
Enticed I stay frugal and ignorant.

As time ticks away,
And race down the days,
Should I cash-out and change?
Or is that never, too late?