I've been a slave so many
times.
I've been a slave to
booze and vaginas,
to poverty and the streets.
I've been a slave to opiates
and poetry
brutality and love.
I've been a slave to
the flesh and my addictions,
good intentions galore.
I've been a slave to
beauty and hatred,
passion and desire
the flame
and the
fiery dance with death.
I've been a slave to the
crowd and the pedestal
the morning glory women, and
their spells.
I've been a slave on
the slow ride to hell.
So for the last time,
I'm done with slavery.
Go find a new cock to control.
This rooster is going back to
the barnyard,
chase the horses and hens.
I promise
I will crow at the
freedom-soaked dawn.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Brilliant!
Thank you.
May that freedom fill you with happiness Thomas.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
If the Son therefore shall make you free, you shall be free indeed.
That is right. Thanks for the read.
We have all been there .. some of us more than others ..
and by the way, this is more Bukowski than Bukowski 10/10 ..
Neville
Thank you, my friend.
Resilience
Yes indeed. Thanks, Bobby.
This is wonderful in wisdom metaphor and of course imagery. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy.
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