The Sounds Coming Out of my Mouth
Sleeping with one eye open,
the other on everything going on around me.
Don’t want to get caught,
pants down, standing in the rain
complaining about being overworked, underpaid, under a thumb
trying to get a piece of the pie, only getting a crumb,
watching what I say.
Don’t want to be sent off to some island, imprisoned
by a constitution, Big Brother looking over my shoulder,
spitting in my face,
screaming in my ear,
saying I’m not patriotic enough,
saying I’m a security risk.
Wish I had eyes in the back of my head.
Don’t want to be chipped.
Don’t want to be scanned.
Treated like an animal, less than a man.
Fined for being myself.
Hunted down for the sounds coming out of my mouth.