Poem: Great Britain 2008
squeeze me
watch me
control my every move
monitor me closely
punish me
make me bleed
treat me like a terrorist
preach to me
persuade me of my sins
turn on the cameras
tell me what’s right
but being poor I have no rights
track me
sack me
modify me
force me not to smoke
or drink
use laws instead to make me choke
denounce the fat
praise the thin
smelling a rat, the sheep still grin
