Hourly Wage
The range of my thoughtsis cramped.
My words are forced
between these lines.
The narrow body which wraps my soul
is caged in spaces too small for a dog.
Nothing holds me but free will;
no one is my master but tyrannous luxury and despotic comfort.
Dried husks of ambition litter my reason
and clog motivation.
I have not seen a bird
in days
except thru glass...
I am hungry.
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