Once again tomorrow calls,
I answer.
They must have got the wrong number.

The world spins.
I try not to, fate is on my side.
you should pity me and blame the night.

A new day,
another day, another week.
My body travels to work, my mind sleeps.

Once again bed calls
to the sound of my mind waking up.

I wonder what battery farmed animals dream.


Poetry > Battery farmed

© Joseph Sakoilsky 2018

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