Locked

He has you in his sights
Or is it you, perchance?
You’ve done this dance
and claimed your rights
Before and seventy
times seven score
Until things came unravelled

Blue screen
And you were rebooted

Now for another round
You touch your face too much
And drink and eat
whiskey, beer, TV, and sleep
Sound the alarm
Self pity yes, but not defeat

It’s only Monday, friend
And you have locked horns
But have you ever seen it go your way?
Push, but it never topples
Grunt, but it never budges

Sigh

It seldom relents
You should recant and repent
They said
They were right about a few things
When I was locked inside my room
They taught me better than to push against
a door with hinges facing me