Slave

Life of compression and oppression
 I was downtrodden
 Labour at no coin
 I offered my office
 To his tenth planet I bow
 People attain innovation and correction
 I thought it was a part time clutch
 But later I was maltreated
 My destination was smashed

 Scientists haven't found this planet
 I extracted it
 First it was misnouned as an art
Later they tell; there is the tenth planet
 Here is the tenth planet
 In my world it displaced interior architecture
 Once I held a pencil as my future filler
 I tried to make lines
 To me it came and summoned, "stop"
" Time to adhere to me"

 Here is the planet
 Body of addiction
 It follows in acrostic stanza
 Perseverance my limitation
 Owned and yet Accepting
 End I know not
Trying and crying
 Reverence for my destination
 Yell, yearn, and yelp for hunk

You pester me
 Yet here I am still abiding by you
 Breathing hyperboles, paradoxes and parodies
 I am like an ill-treated woman
 A pecking bag
Is hard to jerk back
 I think I adore you
 But to you I am a screwdriver

 I offer you the best
Yet is hard to appreciate Why?
Why do this to me?
You consumed my trance
 Now I am from the scratch
 Will you consume again?
I don't believe it
 You are wicked you arouser
 Slave of emotions
 Serf of paintings
 I roar what you summon
 I scrawl what you command
Always there when you need me
 Now I long for my feather in my cap
 Grant it to me
 Six years I assembled for you
Yet naught is on my palm
Naught is on my palm.