John Kipling Lewis (3/12/1968 / Manhattan, KS)
Hold your chain and read as you walk. A zombie
dragging his chain.
You must obey when the chain rattles and clangs.
Pulled to task by your masters.
Slave to the text from your masters.
You no longer work only at the office,
but at the whim of the man above you.
Did they raise your pay when they gave
you your chains or did you feel a sense
of excitement, honoured to have such
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