It runs deep
Not allowed to speak
At these places all week
Slowly put a hand up
In order to interrupt
Told what to do in school
Who's the real fucking fool?
Spoken down to in work
In a whole world of hurt
You then go berserk!
The next stop off
To see a government clerk
Lost your job
For opening that big gob
Life is stuck under steel clamps
These places seem more like
Hmm...indoctrination camps
- Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry ( Offline)
- Published: April 1st, 2023 02:37
- Category: Unclassified
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