Trapped by the yoke of ache
Surrounded by itching pain
Clothe with melting misery
Masked with a fresh fake smile
Coloured by the sour stench of grief
Enriched with panting hunger
Flowered by budding envy
Watered by the sores of life
Cuffed by the stench of dirt
Fixed by the woes it offers
Covered in the garment of shame .
Behold!
I've got the keys of wisdom
The keys to freedom
The key to unlock the cage
To redeem the trapped
To reclothe the miserable
To unmask the hidden joy
To wash the colours of life's trashing ache
To un-cuff you from the dear stinking wrench
I've got POETRY and that's all that matters!