Stuck In A Skinner Box (National Poetry Writing Month #16)   1 comment

I’m still playing the game,
But it’s not for fun.
Keep repeating actions
One after one.
(I) don’t do it for love,
Just do it for pay.
It’s the same old grind
Day after day.

My life has become an addiction
I no longer want.
I’m stuck in a Skinner box;
I can’t break the lock

Working our jobs
Trade time for money
To trade it back in
For our bread and honey
Possessions are worthless.
Not worth the time.
Work is our sentence
Minutes the fine.

My life has become an addiction;
I want to be free.
I’m stuck in a Skinner box;
I can’t find the key.

Got to get out of this
Break from the norm.
Make like an anarchist,
Gather up the storm.
Flip the switch, light it up.
It’s time for a change.
My life won’t be perfect,
But I’ll make it strange.

My life has become an addiction,
But it’s not for me.
I’m stuck in a skinner box
It’s time to break free.

– Shaman Romney 2016

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