These greedy leviathans in ties, & business suits. Sitting behind fancy office tables & tinted windows, salivate over the noose they placed upon my neck. & if I stay here any longer I'll become an after image of the image they portray.
As I walk through these corridors I can't help but feel asphyxiated as the noose tightens around my neck. Reminding me that I've normalize the idea of my humanity. I belittled myself the day I signed up for slavery & a check that spells"battered soul" within minimum wage words. & through the mist of my frustrations I've realized comfort was my only enemy.