Unbearable Status Quo
by Zachary
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.
