Sleepyhead

Steve Pearson Poetry

A languor is amid our society
Collapsed against the wheel
Drenched in our sobriety,
At the heel of our ordeal.
We just can’t raise a growl
As our masters throw our stick
Just, off we chase afoul
Of their latest lolly trick.

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