you take the the money i sweat blood for
pry the coins from my starved fingers
shake my pleas from your pant-leg
as you walk away flipping the papers.
i talk endlessly to paralysed specialists
i type to infinity about the injustice of it
i threaten and shout
i worry and budget even tighter
i am the nothingness
greasing the cogs of your profit
with the blood of my suffering
my bones the pillars of your success.
**** you
MTN
I will chain my body
to the doors of your evil abode
and not move untill i am appeased!!