i play the role of corporate fuck.
longing,
for salvation from
th grips of commercialism.

i live in a world that now is not.
begging,
for elation deep
in the threads of the urban jungle.

i stray away from the life of a leaver
taking,
all that is
and the lover of life in me is departed

i lie lost and shit out of luck
trapped,
in a concrete citadel
of a landscape where hope remains uncharted.

all in sorrow,
i whine bitch groan complain
to no end that the world is flawed.

i am
what we all are.

apathy,
defined

now in shame,
can i fight for my mind?