Hard Knock Life

I’m not safe in my workplace

I’m a hard worker, dubious though
But perhaps there is no safe space
Well how would I know

Serving servitude sedates souls

The factory is homely
Nobody has any goals
I am so lonely

I’m always tentative to speak to my boss
I’m an adversary like darkness against the light
IF I was gone it wouldn’t be a loss
I can only hope I don’t lose sight

I feel I am a peculiar value
I am apart of something bigger than even I can tell
I am the lion in the zoo
Nothing but a rebel

The morning rise is tentative to wake
As the sun bursts in through the small cell window
I work for sixteen hours for Pete’s sake
But what do I know better, than to sew?

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