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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