Opium architecture short poem

She says:
I can smell the fear
of your incompetence
I harness you,
to make real
my “creativity”
Your sweat
nourishes my creation
As I milk your labour
to polish my David.

Your gnawing stomach,
I feed with ideas
Pickle your brains,
numb your senses
Doped in my fantasy,
it’s difficult now
To reel back
to the real world

On entering you begged
Of me to satiate
Your sweet tooth
Let me now
Stuff you slice by slice
Choke you with my cake

My godly wrath has you
in a make-believe stupor
You’d perish, if not,
for the meager alms I distribute

I have trained you
In what’s crap
and what’s cool
Made you a lesser human
Raped your right to expression

But how can you walk out, darling?
How can you? Where will you go?

I say :
Each evening, I want to see
the light of the evening sun,
Smell the mud in the air when it rains untimely
I’d like to have a few hours of my life to myself, thanks,
I don’t want you to suck out my nectar, Queen Bee!

I respect my insanity
More than your profanity

(This, to every control freak of a salary payer!)

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A verse that raises one’s spirits to join in and say I’m Free! Wonderful writing again @Pooja_Ugrani