Prisoner

A piece from the book Fractured Paths of Disheartened Minds Visit: www.soadioh.com

Not orange and black.

A prisoner clad in bright stripes.

Delightfully aware that I’m wanted.

My job makes me dance.

I laugh at their joy.

Can you rescue me from this monogamy?

The conundrum of repetition.

Its timeless dribble of onlookers.

Everyone clapping as I jump higher at their wishes.

Quicken my demise, I despise them.

Eyes get wide as pockets get fatter.

Giving me only a fraction of a slice.

A pie that we all crave.

Made to behave like cattle.

We’re all about the matter.