Games
by Sam M. Phillips
Annoyed,
Agitated,
Ripped,
Spent,
Leave me alone,
I have nothing to give,
Can’t jump through hoops.
No ringmaster,
No dictation,
Free will,
Yet not free,
Forces act all around me,
Push me here,
Push me there,
Sign this,
Fill out that,
Drive,
Walk,
Line up,
Return.
Limitless hounding,
Bureaucracy,
Menacing me,
Endlessly,
When can I be me?
Never,
It seems,
I need to fit in,
Learn to play the game,
A game,
Any game,
As long as it makes money.
I have no interest,
Yet I want to live,
Want to eat,
To have a place to sleep,
Do I deserve no security,
Just because I won’t turn myself into a commodity?
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this is the one i like mate –
don’t know if it’s any good –
but i like it.
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you’re just as qualified as anyone to decide what is ‘good’
cheers
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liked your own comment, lol
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