#7

If you want war, declare it.
If you have a problem, share it.
I’m tired of dwelling in purgatory
While you debate my cursed fate.
I remember when I was free,
Out from under your thumb,
And finding time to enjoy me.
Those days have disappeared.
I’ve searched for substitutes,
But all that’s left is a new
Definition of freedom I don’t like.
I feel like athletes signing contracts.
Do I need a cutthroat agent
To negotiate a good contract,
Or am I destined to be a slave
In your feminine acid mines?
I’m tired of lifting buckets
In the hopes of making you happy.
There’s about to be a strike,
And I’m not afraid to leave.

seemed like your fed up with everything in this one, got the humour of your mood across well.

unbeliveable that you just wrote that few mins ago

excelletn write up thanks for sharing