Use us.

Look upon us.

Do this
To bolster
Yourself.

Take us.

Make us
Your commodity --
The irony's
Not lost
On me.

We are not
Framed
With the same
Respect.

Hands take
Us.

They drag
Us.

They make
Us.

They don't ask
Our consent
They don't ever
Relent
In trying to force
Us

Into their boxes
Where
Suffocation
Locks us.

It isn't fair
Won't let us out
So we must
Free ourselves.

Let us breathe
Some real
Damn
Air.