Danger

Suspicion
Danger
You need more than a badge
to access my soul
The highest clearance is a priority
And those who have wallow in minority
I have suites of words
But hardly any pursuit
Except that of other wordsmiths
Crafting a home out of homelessness
We are all trapped in Mordor
More in debt, more enslaved
Doors shut and stay that way for centuries
Wheezing, whooping, I cough up the blood
Okay
I’m still alive

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