third poem
i pity this world more than my life
having to deal with all of this strife
persons unknown can use you as they see fit
and take you through hell, with no way to quit
they hold us, bar us, chain us down
keep us there until we are under ground
use us and abuse us to their own ends
their skill so good, there is no defense
telling us how to think, what to say
feeding us bullshit every day
we mock them and taunt them, in the end they laugh.
for we are but fish, and they have the gaff.
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