Picket Line

I prefer mischief

while confined to restrictions

on my imagination

by a system that prefers me chained.

While led to believe

I am in no position to complain,

a mass picket takes place in my brain,

forming a blockade

from scabs who might dissuade

me from the thoughts

that keep me sane.

So join the cause if you feel so inclined,

because my mind

is dug in to protest today, tonight,

and throughout this lifetime.