Freedom

Written by: Frank Guglietta

No way to escape the 
bills bombarding the mail box;
raping the truck that delivers.
Everyone needs a piece,
 I am running out of limbs
"What do you do for a living?"
I eat, drink, and sleep.
I am told to work, to make others 
money while I pay bills

If you dont agree
well than 
your a


 bum