In a Suit

Teachers train you to forget,
bosses think they’re  
heaven sent,
and family pressures
dress you down in brand names.
 
In a suit
and on the lamb,
from contracts written
in their hand,
a school, a job, a life
you can’t escape from.
 
Expecting dreams
to fade in time,
expounding you
to fall in line,
and kill the voice
that makes your mind
your own.
 
In a suit
and out of hope,
I kill my senses just to cope
with senseless streams
of un-burnt smoke
and mirrors.