Always the fight for inertia.
And when the pressure adds up
And I start to give
You’ll pick me up out of my gutter
I know I can count on you
bitch
Children being worked and trained in third world boot camps
Sex trafficking
To first world buyers
Women shunned and shamed into slavery
The slashing
“Bitch”
exasperated bigotry
All of the abuse
All of the self pity
All of the apathy
All of the sweat shops in third world countries
All of the sweat shops in our country
All of the desk jobs
The fate we’re all doomed to.
Sometimes I find I’m
Walking with a leash
