These Shackled Arms
The bracelet labeled “Corporate Whore”,
I’ve worn since I got my foot in the door,
They bent me over the desk, and I begged to work more,
So that I can pay for things I can’t afford.
The watch that ticks the time,
Reminds me of times I watched slip by,
Every opportunity missed, and chance denied,
And the limited future, until the day I die.
The girlfriend’s hair thing I wear,
A display of affection for the one I care,
A trinket of hope in times of despair,
The band-aid covering my heart’s bleeding tear.
Slave to these charms,
Owned by their meaning,
No one will be keying,
These shackled arms.1,011 views