Poem -

ALPHA MEAL

Am I as hungry
as you may think
To settle for this shit that you bring
To the table?
Die 
T r y i n g 
To feed me with that shit!
Bon appetit you say
To the entree meal "obey Alpha male order"
Openly I choke rather than to eat-
Or to sip
On the water
Watered down ale 
Of Alpha male Control

Shall I continue to sit and dine?
For dessert,
My eyes open wide
pie! 
A slice of depression a la mode 
And a cup of coffee
Black with oppression

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