Society A Hitcher Poem by soren Barrett
Society A Hitcher
I have sold my soul for a piece of bread and a soft bed
A modern world of dread traded for a roof over head
I gave society the wheel as part of the deal in destiny's hand I reel
A passenger on my ride, laziness my guide, a few winks I steal
Drowsing, from slumber I awake, no way to brake, nothing real
A map faded, birthright traded, abandoned roadside, pottage my meal
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