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Paycheck Prison

Smells like power But tastes like chicken Administrative duties Make my pulse quicken Repression wears a tie Arrogance sports hose Make Bossy smile That’s how the garden grows Timeclock sphincter Clamped down tight Constipation of thought Absence of light Artistic fire snuffed Sculptor’s hand inert Bottom line worship Trade the smock for the shirt Corporate aorta Chocked with fat pride With toad-lust for power Freedom must collide

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/16/2016 9:54:00 PM
Good poem. I was feeling just like this and googled for "paycheck poem" and viola! your poem popped up. Stuck in the maze of the paycheck.
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