Cesspit

A cesspit and its collector

A relationship that is humming

Reeking of endurement

Prolonging the suffering.

An underplayed mortal

That is named-the collector

Paying off his dues

To his master,the inspector

A privation,necessary evil

His indigence has got his strapped to the disposal

What can he do at this young age,but work

Pay off his dues

As his dreams continue to lurk.

His master,with a smirk

Begins to act like a jerk

He won’t lie,he’s hurt

But his dreams move him where he deserves.

Someday the inspector,he pays off his dues too

He is Imploring the mire

For an answer,he inquiries

He asks the new inspector,who was once the collector

Why is it that i must subcome to the cesspit,no matter of my sector?