only a pawn in their game

the things I’ve done for cheap ny apartment

bourgeois computer dad forcing me to befriend the daughter

the daughter running to arkansas looking for diamonds in shit

it’s recently constitutional to own fellow man

in mellow way           mom said they’d been good to me

I didn’t know what she was talking about but took her word for it

the violations were emotional

this is a gentle kind of subjugation I thought the best that I can get

the upkeep of water is permanent

the bourgeois buy me with their empty rooms

I am fighting them in every way

from the turret of their own house

I am fighting them with my dreams                       the question remains

my soul           do I get to keep it?