Sunday, July 5, 2015

Enslavement

Sometimes,
I just want to be taken care of
not even aware of
the heavy saddle draped between
weary shoulder blades,
torturing myself with
social media maelstroms
melting away sense with resentment
causing a sore head
whilst I watch my friends
have fun while I work
through mine in many mines
barely consoling myself
by thinking the grass is
always greener in other people's lives

I am tired of holding the pickaxe
representing the social pact
that says if you work
yourself to death,
you might be rewarded
with mortal and divine respite
all I get is vicarious vomit
from watching others get
to exit or exempt
themselves from responsibility
life's most ruthless despot.

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