YES SIR, NO SIR.....
A rude awakening hides away in perks,
what happens in the clubs is only for jerks,
there's always someone that knows what's done,
the little quirks that you thought was fun.
Perks are handles to use for control,
in perfect disguise to trap our soul,
there is no catch if we step in line,
do what we're told for the rest of our time.
When we try to back out we see the ugly side,
when it gets too dark and we want to hide,
the perk becomes a noose pulling very tight,
choking our life as we're swallowed by night.
All our secret quirks and desires are recorded,
we best step in line before we are reported,
a terrible helplessness ties our hands,
making us wish we can sink in the sands.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
12 May 2018
in perfect disguise to trap our soul,
there is no catch if we step in line,
do what we're told for the rest of our time.
When we try to back out we see the ugly side,
when it gets too dark and we want to hide,
the perk becomes a noose pulling very tight,
choking our life as we're swallowed by night.
All our secret quirks and desires are recorded,
we best step in line before we are reported,
a terrible helplessness ties our hands,
making us wish we can sink in the sands.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
12 May 2018
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