Storm against
The bars and stars
You pledged allegiance to
In the molding of your schooling
You are not
Fodder for the warring steel
If you can grow your own next meal
The unfolding of your schooling
Powerless
Against the razor steel
Peeling whiskers from your chin revealing
That Windsor tether to your schooling
Rise up
Dilate the cage of your crumpled form
When you face the truth you’ve long ignored
Since the scolding of your schooling
You are
The key to the cage
Not in rage but the will to disengage
From the emboldening of your schooling
Free
To walk away from your servers
Costing more than that tie could ever earn
No longer tethered to your schooling
This is what my asylum echoed while I was reading Bite the Hand, by my friend Pisces Iscariot at the Far Queue. We're saying the same thing from our own unique reality tunnel. Vive l'varietie
This is what my asylum echoed while I was reading Bite the Hand, by my friend Pisces Iscariot at the Far Queue. We're saying the same thing from our own unique reality tunnel. Vive l'varietie
