yes, sir

these cubicle walls are more like prison bars
and these student loans are handcuffing me to the desk--
i need your goddamn check to get free,
but the interest just keeps rising
and these cubicle walls and prison bars and handcuffs around my wrists keep thickening.
society got to me in my youth,
when i was too young and naïve to see that its path was paved with trickery.
yes, sir, right away, sir, anything you say, sir.
yes, sir, i want that check, sir.
yes, sir, i will dance, sir.
yes, sir, i will beg, sir.
yes, sir, i want freedom, sir.
yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir.
yes, sir, you tricked me, sir.
yes, sir, i am yours, sir.
yes, sir, i will follow all your orders, sir.
yes, sir, whatever you say, sir, i just really need that check, sir.
yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir.