We put them I a cage
from nine to five
to stay alive
and keep on stage
we take them to
a safety room
to play with balls
MacDonald's boom
and think we' re fine
but somewhere
just along the line
we feel the pain
just creeping in
a deeper sin
what we have missed
we compensate
for we are blissed
thus come to late
though pickled skin
we know we're wrong
but think them strong
and in a way they are
by far the stronger
we throng along
as if it were to be
and build up
-brick by brick
and layer by layer
and after our
solemn promise
daily prayer-
a house of misery!
Ma 3 nov 2014 Madrason
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