tyranny | underbelly | a poem

and I put my faith in the untouchable

I need to get away from the noise

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you profit

and I pay rent

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you profit

and I upsell

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you profit

and I disintegrate

smiling at your deadbeat customers

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you give me the bare minimum

and I pour out my maximum efforts

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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