NO LONGER CONNECTED
These wires have smite me; I stand
unattached. That thin feel of electric
shock has passed through me. Decimate
the countryside with what fury is left.
-
If I was born free, I've ended up in
chains. There's a meter on my mouth,
and ton-weights in my hands. Just
doing nothing leaves this in the dust.
-
Here's where the good things end.
No comments:
Post a Comment