office rat
Burrowing through paper hallways,
looking for crumbs of cheese.
Hungry, hungry always,
never enough to feed.
Fearing the cat will come around
he digs and digs and digs.
But even if the mouse strikes gold.
The cheese is never his.
It belongs to the maze,
to build its never ending walls.
Smashing through them is the only way
but he doesn’t have the balls.
Feeling trapped isn’t just a feeling,
deep inside his brain.
It’s treadmill running and hamster wheeling,
living outside reality’s plane.
He lives in a land without the truth,
digging with his fellow mice,
transformed from a wanderer of the fields,
to capitalism’s captive lice.
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