A Corporate ManA Poem by Lost PenWhen I sit all alone , between the four walls I can feel the blood , rushing through my valves. I smoked my first joint , in the hope of peace But then I realised , the whole world is on lease. I need to work, for my skin and for my bread , To get high and to realise my end. My needs are not endless Neither, my desires are meaningless But You know This Bad world takes a beast out of a man Just to rename him as a corporate clan. © 2012 Lost Pen |
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Added on June 29, 2012 Last Updated on June 29, 2012 AuthorLost PenPune, south, IndiaAboutI am a Realist and believe in intellectuality. I consider thoughtlessness as the biggest sin and that's why i write. Reading books make me believe that even i can think differently, so i enjoy it ; ev.. more..Writing
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