My last day in here
The end is finally near
Years wasted in this place
Trophies rusting in a case
Drab gray walls that suffocate
I never expected this as my fate
In a tiny courtroom awaiting trial
The jury robs my soul with a smile
Moving to a new lair
Fine, I’ll take the dare
Another trip through hell
My soul is still for sale
Will a new coat of paint
Turn a sinner to a saint?
Will I make my amends
Or is it a means to an end?
I can’t complain, but I still try
Caught in the perpetual lie
Another day as an office drone
Wasting away to skin and bone
Cubicle 2AB02
I fuckin’ hate you!
Tired of your shit
Can’t wait to quit!
Photo & poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 06-22-20
