box

the box they built in which I stay
keeps what I am and do at bay
not interfering with their say
in how the things are run

the rules they make keep me in line
reminding me from time to time
how I'm not worthy to opine
on how the things are done

sometimes I wish I were as grand
as those in line to run the land
their order class and phylum stand
above my ladder rung

the lack of fairness piques my ire
believing that they all conspire
in bondage real to keep me mired
while they have all the fun

the truth dawns with alarming pain
I recognize the sad refrain
who swallows all their crap profane
it's me I am the one

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