Freedom
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
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