In a pill grinder,
Maize, cornmeal, oats.
Pounded and jostled,
Misshapen rocks to
stones.
Beneath the grill,
Lays a written will.
Quickly! Before they
seal,
It will be the last thing
you steal.
I don't want to be stuck.
Not chained here with you
for eternity.
Bored and beaten
senseless from day-to-day,
Bread and cheese, is
there more?
Erratic Behaviour
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