Comments about David Ross
No One Is Boss
Its cold, its dark,
The wounds prolonging stings sting,
As the sharp but slow tongue of the slimy stalker stabs.
When is the time I get to choose?
When is the time I get to live?
When is the time I don’t always have to always give?
Look sharp, stand tall,
All I am is a mule,
Working for the opposing team,
Knowing I will never lead.
The one point of my existence,
Is to be controlled by others who think they are in control,
No one is boss,
All we do is follow.