I can’t stand it.

I haven’t slept in three days.

I can’t keep away from the bottle.

Or the keyboard.

I feel as if some one has trapped me.

I can’t get out.

I can’t become free, to fly, and run, and hide.

And it’s starting to hurt.

I’m being controlled.

I’m just a slave on a lead to them.

I’m just here to do your job.

While receiving no wage.

I think I’ll break the lock on that cage soon.

And fly off.

Like a beetle from a jar.