Corporati Snakeskin Boots

Not sure how much fight is left within me,
a daily battle to save the lasts bits of my soul.
Piece by bloody piece, ripped from my flesh,
tossed carelessly aside in the rubbish bin –
they don’t even think to recycle.
I dig and dig and dig for pieces to save before they rot,
only to find they’ve made it to the paper shredder –
wasted.
The fancy-pants traipse by the bins not noticing
the blood on their bootheels,
not caring.
Mother fuckers.

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