sir, i was not built to purchase

i was not built to purchase
this fact of my fabric has placed me at the feet of an employer begging to be relieved of this shiver
but he cannot relate, broad shoulders under animal skins, tendons still attached and left to dangle. but they were not built to be dangled.
a tendon’s purpose is to pull and propel a being built by instinct alone, not to justify the dead falsetto of business interest. my entire body is cheaper by the hour than two fountain drinks and i too am spiraling down the throats of men thirsty enough to pay. pay tomorrow pay today with tomorrow’s money. men that sip and gulp with blind vigor. how did we get so thirsty? when did we stop asking for better drinks? every land, any land you can name is run by people grasping at their throats under the cups of the owners. if only the humidity were right if only we could change the airs and catch condensation exiled by the cup. i was not built to purchase. i was not built to drink sweat from a master’s hand, injustice in motion, time both stopped and withheld, interest above progress, war surpassing birth. i was not constructed for an establishment rental. merely part of this year’s human crop dumber than last tumbling down an unnatural hill this relationship is unbearable. to those who will always attempt to own me and my rights sir: i was not built to purchase and no part of this world was designed for us there are millions of signs that direct us to sink in their pits upside down. loose change falls upwards from our inverted pockets. our world does not honor laws, physical or constitutional. stand up or get on the ground you disarmed and meek animals.

and that’s the thing about tonight. it is not just one girl lost in a fit, it is the whole lot. all the boys too. we grow into adults that have been burnt by too many flashes. they build people that choose their own hellish sickness western civilization is a cigarette we are tricked into smoking and the cancer grows in different disguises. boy men lost to a wandering focus. girl princesses lost to the insanity of false charity the suffering varies person to person. yet even in mutually assured death we display our beauty and diversity not satisfied with homogenous symptoms. i am the peacock staring down the lion. i was not built to purchase.