The Confines of Sanity

Madness is the release

The most suicidal
For souls rotting under
Commitment, responsibility
And cubicles
Stained with the brains of the last
Employee of the month

My computer screen is still splattered
A textured red

Some cages are environmental
The dog fenced in
The yard where your nose
Sticks through the grating
On one side
And you bump your ass
On the other

Some cages are subtle
One night
Sleeping in a warm
Bed with the wife
The other
through a burlap sack
At the stained
Tile floor

Some are bear traps
The bone peeking through
Torn cartilage and muscle
You only have now
To chew through that leg
And set yourself free.

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