My Hamster’s Wheel – A Poem

My life has b’come but a jacket;
Twisted kind which is oft’sold as straight;
“To live free, not sure if you can hack it”;
And I’m told for to sit down and wait.

So I wake myself neat in the mornin;
Coffee walking the dog and a show’r;
Ignoring the voice and his warnin;
Escape now whilst you still have the pow’r;

Gettin into my car, set aside;
The great urgency voice has announced;
To my two only places I ride;
Permitting my spirit be trounced.

My lot daily is actin the motions;
Of life safe-lived but also quite spare;
Ignoring the truth of the quotients;
Free men oft do see something quite rare.

So how to but live life abundant?
One lived ever as truly should be;
To identify what is redundant;
And walk to-wards the ways that are free.

See, the ruin we cradle is padded;
Hard and crusty and comfortable too;
And each earthly year there’ll be added;
Entertainment for us in the zoo.

Flaccid, flightless and foul metamorphize;
Vapid stares as we shuffle unseen;
Thinking thoughts that are hidden and unwise;
More important is empty to preen.

Ideas like lungs do need air;
And require wide spaces to soar;
In contact is when they’re made fair;
And in combat you will hear their roar.

But our goddess of speech she’s quite vicious;
Small-minded, oft selfish and mean;
She holds grudges and judges ambitious;
Most bothers her when you are seen.

Problem there is said zoo is quite tiny;
Even mumbles dissent they are heard;
And heaven forbid you are whiney;
Or wish to say something ‘absurd’.

Back now onto daily existence;
Ambling hunchbacked on into my box;
The drip-drip of the torture’s insistence;
As one after next I break rocks.

Those who overfly are now our owners;
And our cages they’ve gilded with gold;
Ordering carefully now each day the tonors;
While our inner most thoughts they now hold.

Been reading the books I have often;
And writing some when I find time;
Cuz chains they oft do tend to soften;
And the jackets come loose at a rhyme.

So I read about those who, imprisoned;
Found their own ways to loosen the cage;
Who of fields of blue flowers envisioned;
And the well-worded wars that they waged.

I oft-wonder if time I am wasting;
And foolish quite often I feel;
Spending hours upon hours a-tasting;
Freedom taken from my hamster’s wheel.

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About Joel D. Hirst

Joel D. Hirst is a novelist and a playwright, author of four novels. The most recent is "I, Charles, From the Camps" about the life of a young man in the African camps. Other works include "Lords of Misrule", "The Lieutenant of San Porfirio" and its sequel "The Burning of San Porfirio".
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