The entire part of my body is aching and itching to with this massive collar chocking my strong neck
each hair has some sensation at the same time. scratching and and itchin in this drying dust
the trap is all set...the slaves are all new and several colors
believers in some ridiculous institution of help
needing some assistant and ready to let blood to
gorge others on their viscerated limbs
and sewn back up slightly
and wobbling around
translucent orange tears on dark blank faces
there is a fence around this stake stuck in the ground
as long as the cost of gasoline
and as tight as healthcare
as the path gets worn and weary
my eyes become duller
green seeping out...
sicken now with yellow pollen rotweed
i wait in my cage to die.