I am a prison of puppets
muppets who can’t free themselves
Supermarket shelves bare
I am cursed
empty pursed.
lips dry and empty
swept under the Carpet of artificial grass
I can’t be arsed
freedom is too hard a task
I am can’t save myself
for all grasping
rearrange the letters in my name
it spells denial
I can smile
but happiness won’t change a thing
I can’t stop dreaming
scheming
a way out of dread
but pestilence fills my head…