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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Misra Avatar
March 16, 2016 at 9:54 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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