Sunday, 1 April 2012

"File Number"

See the whole picture, and read the subtext.

I don’t know what they’ve got planned for me next.

When have they ever been honest before?

When are they going to show me the door?

I’d like control over my destiny.

I realise that no lunches are free.

They hold all the cards, and they enjoy that.

I think it’s unfair, and that’s where I’m at –

Not that it matters what I think or feel.

I’m a file number, but not someone real.

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