Can I Play With Madness... Poem by Freedom of Speech

Can I play with madness….


Locked up, and knocked up,

Beaten down,

A slave to the clock,

Feeling like I’m 6ft underground,

Am I to blind to see?

What is happening to me?

The workload gets on top.

I scream, and tell it to stop,

My god! I have to break free! ! !

The management, just enforce these laws,

That bug the f*** out of me,

These screams in my mind,

A hollow grave they will find,

With no support from the top,

Will this madness ever stop! ! !

We all know what’s best,

But no-one listens, so f*** the rest,

I try to lead, to grab these tattered reins,

But no-one listens,

So everything is the same,

I don’t need a key to unlock this door,

I’m gonna break down these walls,

And smash out of this mad place,

For “Can I Play with madness”? ?

Not for long, at this rate…