If control; is parent, then child; is service,
please others first, not knowing bliss,
kid in chains; rapes; heart and mind
by all commands from them, not kind,
thus, submission’s, birthday card,
repeats the pain, the life so hard,
where mind-forged-noose, is allowed,
family ties; makes scream; so proud!
Then; be strangled; by a teacher,
who fan-girls at, over-reacher,
class is sermon, and a test,
whilst they cancel your request -
for comfort break, between the whips,
such biased written, rehashed scripts,
where learning; is burning; yearning change,
thus, your single light’s deranged!
Next; tip toe; through; interview,
a scowl on face, makes the skew,
the ps and qs; you have to keep,
they rub their hands; as you do weep,
as purpose: you; their shiny cog,
sweating like an shambles hog,
for your beam, is dimmed by pound,
suits don’t care, about your ground!
Lastly; queue; with Zimmer-frame,
collecting stamps, with all the pain,
fed by leaders; bleed us; dry,
if this is life, we want to die,
as reinvention’s, stalled by men,
who never really think again,
thus, life does choke; an ill wind; blow,
it’s hard to shine, in their shadow!