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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Monday, November 15, 2004
The Contract
My dream was to toil to carve my life,
But already it’s gone and been mass-produced.
I’m told I am guarded from every known strife -
If I miss an installment I’ll soon be traduced!
It’s more than my hoping could ever afford -
So you deem my hard sweating should benefit others.
But what if I don’t want your bed or your board?
Do I still have to sleep with you and keep your brothers?
Your meals are all bland and your house never functions
As home, just shelters a worked and tired head.
Your mattress so soft that good sex gains no sanctions -
The service is priced-up it has too be said!
The question is "How have you once really helped me?"
And "Have you yet served one good deed on mankind?"
The debt which I owe bears well-falsified an history,
The contract us binding never seen, sealed nor signed.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2004. All Rights Reserved.
