Privilege

you want
what you want,

having been fed
from youth

the milk of
personal choice—

open your mouth
and squeak the greasy

wheel: ask
for premium not

diesel, make the cart
tilt, the vehicle

wobble, say hey,
this here’s broken

and I won’t settle
not even if

everyone’s on
the same factory shift

 

In response to Via Negativa: Downsizers.

One Reply to “Privilege”

  1. Suffer, let the world befriend you
    Down, rehearse your message of gloom
    those who lose, for them there is room
    on World of Days’ stage of the Blues
    hjakajohnleake

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