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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.
copyright 2005
Marvin
Dorsey |
