Poem 12 – Worker Bee

Stuck, trapped, gasping for breath,
Slave to a system waiting for death,
Alone in this life everyone’s the same,
Wasting the years for someone else’s name.

Forty hours a week until you drop dead,
Destroys the imaginations inside your head,
Born a worker bee forever enslaved,
Barely a tear shed at your grave.

Fall for the line that this is your life,
You chose the story, you chose the wife,
The lies that surround us keep us in line,
An obeying servant by natural design.

But your mind is free, let it wonder at night,
Escape the prison when out goes the light,
Push your head above water or else you’ll drown,
And don’t let the bastards grind you down.

Unique word count – 95

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