Prole dance and abandonment

What I wanted to say is being said

We hold ourselves hostages

Our captors: pets, plants, TVs, computers, rooms, apartments, houses, complacency, laziness, routines

Proles and philistines do the prole dance

It’s like this: one, two, three, turn, one, two, three, turn

On and on and on and on

Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours

We start with pirouettes on our minds

Daring free-style moves, but end up with the one, two, three, turn, one, two, three, turn

Old, and tired

Disillusioned and overweight

I don’t abandon you

I abandon cages and the captors within