Toss Me a Jab

Toss Me a Jab
An infantry of 12
Judging like a jury
Shot two by two
When those big hands
Rotate back to the 12 position
It will again be time to cook my meal
In my inherited silver spoon 
Like a slave picking cotton
I indulge my master with a cotton ball
It's my filter through that gateway
Not unlike an indentured servant
I have but four choices
Battle for freedom
Passively deny my hell forever
Seek that elusive will
Or go to sleep