Snarling, savage
Scream and leap on your desk
Thrash blindly at the cord
To the mouse that keeps you
Tethered,
Bought, brought close,
A wild thing
Dolled in toil.

Tear your clothes
Howl at them – the rest,
Those who do not seek
To free you, or themselves,
From this drain.
Then in your ecstasy
Sigh
And blink
Twice in the blue-white
Blue fluorescent-scented light
You have sat, stupefied,
Sipped at coffee that will be the last
Bitter thing you taste.