Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 142
Imprisoned Here, Can't You Just Kill Me?

You're not the king,
This is not your palace.
I'm not a servant,
That is not my job.
I don't know where
You got your lines mixed up,
But you'd better find them,
Because this isn't my place.
Every day I come here,
It's not my choice, and
If I had the chance,
I'd tell you that, but it seems,
All my arguments are undermined,
All my comments are optional.
Do I even have a choice?
Everything that I do for you
It's just not good enough, no,
You want more from me, well I
Guess I gotta apologize because
I'm not the perfect little slave,
I'm not everything you signed up for.
And if I have an attitude, well
I can't notice it because you're
Always screaming at me for what
I never remember to do for you.
Nothing's good enough, is it?
I've given blood, I've given life,
I've given everything that I have
Except for my very soul.
Well, you know, just take that, too.


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