I’m tired of carrying these bags
Who can I get to haul this extra weight? You there Carry my bags Ah yes, this feels nice I feel free to move now And suddenly I realize I should have never had to toil so You there Since you’re already carrying my bags Carry my food I’ll still want to eat it all Clearly, I’m more important because only one of us is walking free Though I don’t like how you are looking at the food I don’t trust you with it but I also don’t want to carry it What a stressful problem Do you see how hard my life is? Plus why do I have this coat when I’m not currently cold? You there Since you have my bags and food, take my coat How frustrating for me that you move so slow That’s more proof that I’m superior See how nimble I am You should really be able to keep up Now, I’m suddenly aware that even items in my pockets make me feel less free You there Take these things from me Nothing should hinder me I’m too essential to be held back in the slightest But don’t steal my things Your role is to hold my baggage but don’t think you have the right to use it And stop asking for help Do you think you are owed free handouts? After all this time struggling to keep up? What have you done to deserve help? Work harder like me I’m getting so much done All on my own But I might one day need to know how to carry heavy weight I haven’t had the practice I feel insecure even thinking about it Surely I can find a teacher You there By Marshall Lyles
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