“The Factory”
An absence of love and affection
the sign reads on the front step
enter at your own risk weary traveler
this once cozy abode has been demonized
couches replaced with churning machines
meals switched out for processed gloom
spoon-fed to employees and co-workers
by the chairman sitting behind his desk
his cup of blood in one hand
and his long black whip in the other
taste his body and taste his soul
what once was whole is now shot full
empty bleeding wounds that let light in
the piercing light of armed guards eyes
they watch as you move between the buttons and gears
making sure the CEO and his PA have you filled with fear
an absence of love and affection
the sign reads out on the front step
and a broken man lies at the front gate
telling you pleading you begging you
go back go back go back home
this home is a factory
mass-producing hatred and contempt everyday
I am the human guinea pig strapped to the table
arms, legs, torso, and neck bound with razor wire
the surgeon pulls out a vein and rams his needle in
like a psychotic sexual predator in the night
injects his venom like poison into my system
the CEO looks on along with his PA
she smirks as her revenge takes place
my heart boils to see them in unimaginable pain
which means they have succeeded in killing my brain
an absence of love and affection
the sign reads to my quarters
I snitched a piece of that wire they used
and I am putting it to good use
alone in my chamber my blood flows out of my skin
and the workers see me everyday as I walk by
they know of these crimes
but their lips are sealed shut tight
not by choice mind you but by a needle and thread
stitching mouths tight to keep them from making a peep
never let word out about this place
never let word out about this hell
please I beg of you
let this letter find you well……..

 
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