Work
It
Out
Don't wear me out talking about your soapbox stands and your bandwagon plans.
Inmate for Life
my ear
You
tire
and
to hear
in fact this
is
rift
a
My body is a temple
gift,
was
No,
created
because you've traded
for
A straightjacket of
ignorance to prove this world is decaying. But there you stand, preaching and praying not reaching me or the
you
raw
I
flesh
holds myself inside.
My body is a jail
LETMEOUT!
most You scare me. I don't want to hear your shouts. issues about.
a prison
my convict self.
care
Threescore and ten until parole.
—Laura Dukeshire
wish you'd just go
work
it
out.
—Jennifer Schmidt
A Captive A Prisoner A Servant A Slave I was told I was born a free man Under a sky of red, white, and blue
But the banner has turned cash green And imprisoned me In the
bonds
of time.
-Scott Walker
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