Inside Your Dirty Cage

-Inside Your Dirty Cage-
by Keaton Foster


Disgusting
Sickened
Equal
Damn difference
Circular talk
Made squared
Both a descending
And ascending
Form of an argument
Made by one’s self
In the presence
And for
The entertainment
Of one’ self
Putrid
Revolting
Still reeling
Back of the feet
On your heels
Pseudo falling
Or would it be
Failing
Like a stone
While upright
While horizontal
All around
Confinement
There are stains
Much refuse
You’ve soiled yourself
And that environment
Mother always knew
She sternly said
Time and again
Don’t shit
Unload
Where you sleep
Never eat
Consume
Where you defecate
Vulgar rules
To indeed live by
Inside your dirty cage
Alone
Just your mess
Just your crap
Culpable at best
Holding the key
Always around
Your own neck
It was placed
Willingly by you
Such a fact
Must be added
Ignorance
Is not so bliss
Claiming it
Just won’t cut it
Over the years
Flesh
And growth
Much scar tissue
Has concealed it
But we
You and I
Know it’s there
Inside your dirty cage
Dead
Dying
Never trying
Those so close
Killed by you
Those who remain
Dying because of you
You could
But you won’t
Set them free
Not because of care
Only because of fear
You
Don’t want to be alone
Misery loves company
Such is
A triumph of absurdity
Your words
Modus operandi
If I’m going to die
If I’m going to be
Either
Then so it should be
The same
Equal
For those inside
For those intertwined
For those both
Connected
And captured by you
Sad
Inside your dirty cage
One hell of a place
Out here
People like me
Are indeed safe
But in there
With you
Safe
I’m sure
Is what they are
Least of all…



Inside Your Dirty Cage
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.