tyranny | underbelly | a poem

and I put my faith in the untouchable

I need to get away from the noise


you profit

and I pay rent


you profit

and I upsell


you profit

and I disintegrate

smiling at your deadbeat customers


you give me the bare minimum

and I pour out my maximum efforts


you say you have a choice

polishing your crown

my right to work

shackled to work

that’s what your profit is built upon

I cannot refuse

I have to sell myself short

to dehumanise myself at work

to fit into the box that you’ve perpetrated

and burst

and you’re out of touch

assembling laurels

in your lap

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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