Unbearable Status Quo

by Zachary A. Horn

I write
bad poetry
and dream
of revolution.

While
laboring
for an
unbearable
status quo.

That enslaves
master and
servant alike.

A white collar
enforcer of
systematic
injustice.

I seditiously note
unbearable things
inevitably fall.

They locked my body
in a middle class cage
of unforgivable debts.

But my mind is free
to write bad poetry
and dream of revolution.

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