Treasure Island

A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

Beg For Mercy!


A wage slave is auctioned
Once every hour.
All the high bidders
Position their pinky rings.
To create an eclipse
That exists like a blindfold.

If they
Were to wipe away
The eclipse

Social stigma
Would label them
Disrespectful.

The pupils must remain covered
To explain the importance
Of ownership.

If one
Were to beg
And ejaculate their pupils.

It would leave a hole
Darker then a grave.

In a blind sprint
They would trip
Over their gravestone.

Feel brail
That spells
“Your name.”
In the dirt.

It ends.
With punishment.

And whispering rumors:
“Did you hear?
They didn’t appreciate
What they had.”

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 01, 2013
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