Driving today. I’m not sure I have the energy to keep being angry. I am at a loss for words, a somewhat rare occurrence for me. Probably something to do with the motion sickness. That and I’m hungover. What a wonderful life I live. That statement is both sarcasm and not. Please enjoy the poem today.
Little Dancing Monkey
Every day I sit here
A monkey at the show
Dancing for their amusement,
For their
Satisfaction
What am i?
A man?
A goon to do their bidding?
I am angry
I am unsatisfied
For it is not with my own agency i make these choices
But a need to survive
When i need to thrive
These animals
More bestial than the most terrifying wild thing
Concealed beneath the veneer of fake smiles and solid colored suits
They own me
They own us
Don’t you think it’s time to break free?
Poems by Sam 